Evoé!
Bacchus! Evan! Evoé!
Evoé!
Bacchus! fill up the spirit with glee!
What though the snows of the winter may fall―
Bring wine to me!
Bring wine to me―bring wine to all!
Evoé!
Single voice.
Bacchus! with cheerful voice,
Praise to thee devotion brings;
Where thou art the heavens rejoice,
And the earth sings.
Swarms of joys our bosoms give,
Each harmonious as a bee;
In thy life alone we live.
Evoé!
Chorus.
Evoé!
Bacchus! Evan! Evoé!
&c., &c., &c.
Another voice.
Thou canst give to poverty
Riches, blessing, and respect;
Make it proud as proud ones be;
Lift its horn, its head erect.
Folly is made wise by wine;
Yes ! than wisdom wiser still;
Fill up that cup of thine—
Fill ! fill ! fill !
Chorus.
Evoé!
&c, &c, &c.
Single voice.
Sympathy pervades thy breast,
Sweet sympathy;
And thy griefs are calmed to rest
So tranquilly.
Blessedness is beaming o'er thee,
Love's best prize is won;
There is not a grief before thee—
None! none! none!
Chorus.
Evoé!
&c, &c, &c.
Another voice.
God of joy! thou hast possess'd us;
O leave us never!
God of joy! that once hast blest us;
O bless us ever!
Death may come—but melancholy
Shall not life annoy:
Joy!—for sorrow is but folly—
Joy! joy! joy!
Chorus.
Evoé!
&c, &c, &c.
Single voice.
Thou dost watch the holy light
On love's own shrine,
And if tears be ever bright.
Those tears are thine.
Thou canst fill life's dullness up
With warmth divine:
Fill with wine the glowing cup—
Wine! wine! wine!
Chorus.
Evoé!
&c, &c, &c.
Another voice.
Wine, says Eld, may be pernicious—
That's both wise and true;
So may every feast delicious—
What is that to you?
Here's no priest—be here no preaching:
Press the goblet to your lip;
Trip the dance—'tis wiser teaching—
Trip! trip! trip!
Chorus.
Evoé!
Bacchus! Evan! Evoé!
Evoe!
Bacchus! fill the soul with glee!
Though the wintry snows may fall,
Bring wine to me!
Wine to me, and wine to all!
Evoe!