I'd been looking for the lyrics to "Juice of the Vine," Edgin's song from D&D Honor Among Thieves. Even more pleased to add the archaic verb "toping" to my medieval vocabulary.
No fortune found, nor faith divine, come close to toping the juice of the vine.
With cherry crew, we sip and sway, let’s tip the tankard and waste the day.
Reeraw! Well ye ken, our toils can wait for a time. We saw the folly of men who rather than revel repine.