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You see this empty cup! I triumph! I triumph!
Old man, I come at your bidding! You triumph! you triumph!
Again I have brimmed my cup with unmixed wine and drained it at a draught!
You triumph then, brave champion; thine is the wine-skin!
Follow me, singing “Triumph! Triumph!”
Aye! we will sing of thee, thee and thy sacred wine-skin, and we all, as we follow thee, will repeat in thine honour, “Triumph, Triumph!”