1. Our cups brim with wine, our vanguard with spears,
As we march to delight in glorious war.

2. Our mangonels sing a lively tune,
Their cords thrumming a fierce melody.

3. Thrust and blow are kisses to us,
Though afterward we veil their memory.

4. So this is our war and our amusement.
Blessings on our war and its inventor!