A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, / A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou / Beside me singing in the Wilderness- / And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.