Oh “Baume de Vie” by me possessed,
Of all liqueurs the first and best,
In thee my sovereign joy is sure!
Each friendly voice
Shall bless my choice —
There’s nothing like “Parfait Amour!”
If hearts o’erbalanc’d by despair
Are shipwreck’d in the sea of care,
Thy soft intoxicating fervours
Are worth a thousand life-preservers.
Oh “Baume de Vie” by me possessed,
Of all liqueurs the first and best,
In thee my sovereign joy is sure!
In sorrow all
On thee shall call —
O! there’s nothing like “Parfait Amour!”
When favourable fortune sheds
Her countless flow’rs around our heads,
The choicest gifts she yields our souls
Are groaning boards and flowing bowls —
Oh “Baume de Vie” by me possessed,
Dearest of all liqueurs and best,
In thee my sovereign joy is sure!
In blissful hours
All own thy powers —
O! there’s nothing like Parfait Amour!