Lyrics:

Latina

In taberna quando sumus,
non curamus quid sit humus,
sed ad ludum properamus,
cui semper insudamus.
Quid agatur in taberna,
ubi nummus est pincerna
hoc est opus ut queratur,
sic quid loquar, audiatur.
Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt,
quidam indiscrete vivunt.
Sed in ludo qui morantur,
ex his quidam denudantur,
quidam ibi vestiuntur,
quidam saccis iduuntur.
Ibi nullus timet mortem,
sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem:
Primo pro nummata vini
ex hac bibunt libertini;
semel bibunt pro cativis,
post hec bibunt ter pro vivis,
quater pro Christianis cunctis
quinquies pro fidelibus defunctis,
sexies pro sororibus vanis,
septies pro militibus silvanis,

Octies pro fratribus perversis,
nonies pro monachis dispersis,
decies pro navigantibus,
undecies pro discordantibus,
duodecies pro penitentibus,
tredecies pro iter agentibus.
Tam pro papa quam pro rege
bibunt omnes sine lege.
Bibit hera, bibit herus,
bibit miles, bibit clerus,
bibit ille, bibit illa,
bibit servus cum ancilla,
bibit velox, bibit piger,
bibit albus, bibit niger,
bibit constans, bibit vagus,
bibit rudis, bibit magus,
Bibit pauper et egrotus,
bibit exul et ignotus,
bibit puer, bibit canus
bibit presul et decanus,
bibit soror, bibit frater,
bibit anus, bibit mater,
bibit iste, bibit ille,
bibunt centum, bibunt mille.

Parum sexcente nummate
durant, sum immoderate
bibunt omnes sine meta.
Quamvis bibant mente leta,
sic nos rodunt omnes gentes,
et sic erimus egentes.
Qui nos rodunt confundantur
et cum iustis non scribantur.
Io io io io io io io io io!
 
English
When we are in the tavern,
we do not think how we will go to dust,
but we only care for play,
until we always sweat.
What happens in the tavern
where money is the innkeeper?
That's really interesting,
hear ye, as I speak.
There's who plays, there's who drinks
there's who lives with no shame.
But among them who only focus on playing
there's someone who gets disrobed
while others win new clothes
and others are forced to wear sacks.
There nobody fears death,
but, for Bacchus, they defy their fate.

First, we toast to the wine merchant
and, from that, to the dissolutes;
Another toast is for the prisoners,
then the third is for them who live;
the fourth is for all of the Christians,
the fifth for the deceased faithfuls,
the sixth for the vain sisters,
the seventh for the hunters.
The eight is for the sinful monks,
The ninth for the lost monks,
The tenth for the sailors,
the eleventh for the quarrellous,
the twelfth for the repenting,
the thirteenth for the travellers.
From the pope to the king,
everyone drinks without limits.
The lady drinks, the lord drinks,
the soldier drinks, the clergy drinks,
This man drinks, that woman drinks,
The servant drinks with the maid
The fast one drinks, the lazy one drinks,
the white one drinks, the black one drinks,
The constant one drinks, the happy one drinks,
the ignorant drinks, the scholar drinks.
The poor and the ill drink,
the exiled and the stranger drink
the child drinks, the old man drinks,
the bishop drinks and so does the elder,
the nun drinks, the monk drinks,
the grandmother drinks, the mother drinks,
this one drinks, that one drinks,
a hundred drink, a thousand drink.
Six hundred sacks of coin are barely enough
if everyone drinks beyond moderation.
Everyone drinks without limit
and even if we drink without a care,
all the people criticize us
and they call us 'beggars'.
Cursed be the ones who bother us
and may they not be remembered among the righteous!