Ludwig van Beethoven - Come Draw We Round a Cheerful Ring текст песни

Come draw we round a cheerful ring
And broach the foaming ale,
And let the merry maiden sing,
The beldame tell her tale:
And let the sightless harper sit
The blazing faggot by;
And let the jester vent his wit,
His tricks the urchin try.

Who shakes the door with angry din;
And would admitted be?
No, Gossip Winter, snug within,
We have no room for thee.
Go, scud it o'er Killarney's lake,
And shake the willows bare;
The water-elf his sport doth take,
Thou'lt find a comrade there.

Will o' the Wisp skips in the dell,
The owl hoots on the tree,
They hold their nightly vigil well,
And so the while will we.
Then strike we up the rousing glee,
And pass the beaker round,
While ev'ry head right merrily
Is moving to the sound.