In Bohemia Hall
Raise your steins up high. Raise your voice in song. Let her fly:
In Bohemia Hall. In Bohemia Hall.
Where every man is king (is king).
In Bohemia Hall. In Bohemia Hall.
We'll laugh, we'll drink, we'll sing (we'll sing).
With a big stein on the table
We'll drink while we are able —
And we don't give a damn for any old man
In Bohemia Hall.
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