Chorus:
Look not thou upon the wine when it is red,
When it moveth itself aright,
All the light and beauty now around it shed
Soon will end in sorrow's night.

1 Tho' its ruby blush so fair;
In the silver cup be cast,
Of the deadly "serpent's sting" beware, beware,
'Twill pierce thy soul at last. [Chorus]

2 'Tis "a mocker," luring on,
With its "raging," fiery breath,
And its burning work is never, never done,
Its flames are flames of death. [Chorus]

3 Tarry not, resolve to-day,
From the blighting curse to flee;
'Tis the voice of wisdom calls away, away
Be bold, be firm, be free. [Chorus]