It was likely popular in 19th century music halls and hence into the oral tradition. There is a third English verse in that translation:

I'm haunted by a demon, grim,
The fiend of thirst they call him;
And fill the tankard to the brim,
When e'er I would appall him.
The world to one vast brotherhood,
One chain of roses linking;
I never feel my heart so good,
When I'm drinking! Drinking! Drinking!