Down Among the Dead Men

Here's a health to the Queen and a lasting peace:
to faction an end, to wealth increase!
Come, let us drink it while we have breath,
for there's no drinking after death;

In smiling Bacchus' joys I'll roll,
deny no pleasure to my soul.
Let Bacchus' health 'round quickly move,
for Bacchus is a friend to love.

Let love and wine their rights maintain,
and their united pleasures reign:
while Bacchus' treasures crown the board,
we'll drink the joys that both afford!