Lyrics of In Taberna - Corvus Corax

In Taberna (original)

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 us queratur
Si quid loguor, audiatur
Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt
Quidam indiscrete vivunt
Sed in ludo qui morantur
Ex his quidam denudantur
Quidam ibi vestiuntur
Quidam saccis induuntur
Ibi nullus timet mortem
Sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem
Primo pro nummata vini
Ex hac bibunt libertini;
Semel bibunt pro captivis
Post hec bibunt ter pro vivis
Quater ro christianis cunctis
Quinquies pro fidelibus defunctis
Sexies pro sororibus vanis
Septies pro militibus silvanis
Octies pro fatribus perversis
Nonies pro monachis dispersis
Decies pro navigantibus
Undecies pro discordantibus
Duodecies pro penitentibus
Tradecies pro iter agentibus
Tam pro papa quam pro rege
Bibunt omnes sine lege
Bibit hera, bibit herus
Bibit miles, bibit clerus
Bibit ill, 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
Bit exul et ignotus
Bibit puer, bibit canus
Bibit presul et decanus
Bibit soror, bibit frater
Bibit anus, bibit mater
Bibit ista, bibit ille
Bibunt centum, bibunt, mille!
Parum sexcente nummate
Durant, cum 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!

(translation)

When we are in the shop
We don't care what the ground is
But we hurry to the game
We sweat
What's going on
Where is the money butler
This is work for us
If anything is wrong, let it be heard
Some play, some drink
Some live indiscriminately
But those who stay in the game
Some of them are stripped bare
Some get dressed
Some sacks
There no one fears death
But they cast lots for Bacchus
First for the buyer of wine
From this the freedmen drink;
Toasts for prisoners
After drinking three times for a living
Four times
Five times for the faithful
Six for vain sisters
Seven times for gentlemen
Eight times for perverse brothers
Nine times for monks scattered
Millions of sailors
eleven times for variance
Twelve times for penitents
Tradecies for travelling
Both for the pope and for the king
They all drink without the law
The mistress drinks, the master drinks
The soldier drinks, the clergy drinks
She drinks ill, she drinks
The servant drinks with the handmaid
The quick drinks, the lazy person drinks
The white man drinks, the black man drinks
Drinks constant, drinks outward
He drinks raw, the magician drinks
The poor and the sick drink
Bit exiled and unknown
The boy drinks, the aging drinker
Drinks Director and Dean
Sister drinks, brother drinks
The old woman drinks, the mother drinks
He drank it, he drank it
They drink a hundred, they drink a thousand!
six hundred pence
Durable when immoderately
They drink all without a limit
Although they drink the mind
Thus all nations nag us
We will be in need
Those who nag us
And you just don't write!