O happy, happy, flesh of the dead,

Won't you dine with us on wine and bread?

Come in, come in, flesh of the dead,

There's room for the poor and the highbred.

Welcome, welcome, flesh of the dead,

In Heaven (or Hell) you'll be well-fed.

O joyful, joyful, flesh of the dead,

The Pious and Profane are set to be wed.

Rejoice! Rejoice! O flesh of the dead,

For tonight is the last night that you shall tread.