So they went to a bar or tavern and ordered drinks a plenty. In their celebration they started to clap and hit the table with their fists in a 'melodic' way as they cheered and started a tune, which as their drinks arrived evolved into his favorite drinking song which is rather old and heavily uses archaic language and text
"When we are in the tavern,
we do not think how we will go to dust,
but we hurry to gamble,
which always makes us sweat.
What happens in the tavern,
where money is host,
you may well ask,
and hear what I say."
He drank his beer as others around played musical instruments to create a happier atmosphere and some even danced. It was like free entertainment at this establishment. They were a rowdy bunch"
"Some gamble, some drink,
some behave loosely.
But of those who gamble,
some are stripped bare,
some win their clothes here,
some are dressed in sacks.
Here no-one fears death,
but they throw the dice in the name of Bacchus."
As they would finish their glasses and order for more, they would all continue their merriment of joy, singing, drinking and dancing. And soon slowed down the happy rowdy song to make a toast to all, raising their glass each respectfully as they sang who they toast for in this song
"First of all it is to the wine-merchant"
"the libertines drink,"
"one for the prisoners,"
"three for the living,"
"four for all faithful living,"
"five for the faithful dead,"
"six for the loose sisters,"
"seven for the footpads in the woods,"
"eight for the errant brethren"
"nine for the dispersed monks"
"ten for the seamen"
"eleven for the squabblers"
"twelve for the penitent"
"thirteen for the wayfarers"
Once all the toasts were made they took a shot and continued the rowdy song
"To the Seraphs as to king they all drink without restraint!!" their final toast as the song went to the big climax. He himself even got on the table as they sang and drank
"The mistress drinks, the master drinks,
the soldier drinks, the priest drinks,
the man drinks, the woman drinks,
the servant drinks with the maid,
the swift man drinks, the lazy man drinks,
the white man drinks, the black man drinks,
the settled man drinks, the wanderer drinks,
the stupid man drinks, the wise man drinks,"
As they were all in the mood, in the drinking and singing, he'd also point out all who drinks. Especially if he sees a match in the crowd
"The poor man drinks, the sick man drinks,
the exile drinks, and the stranger,
the boy drinks, the old man drinks,
the bishop drinks, and the deacon,
the sister drinks, the brother drinks,
the old lady drinks, the mother drinks,
that woman drinks, that man drinks,
a hundred drink, a thousand drink."
And soon this drunken bender song starts to go to a close
"Six hundred pennies would hardly suffice, if everyone drinks immoderately and immeasurably. However much they cheerfully drink we are the ones whom everyone scolds,and thus we are destitute. May those who slander us be cursed and may their names not be written in the book of the righteous."
And soon the song ended and he sat back at the table as they all had a nice drink once more as to why not. They were here for fun