How exraordinary! I am aware of (at least a part) of yet another variation on this theme. Here is what I can remember:

In cellar deep I sit and keep my soul from cares oppressing
Companion mine, the good Rhine wine, Earth's deepest, truest blessing.
With solemn pate let wisdom prate on what we should be thinking
Give me my glass my days shall pass
In drinking, drinking, drinking.

[Then comes a second verse - apparently quite at variance with all of the others given above. Also a bit "unwoke" these days, but you kind of expect that with such an old song.]

In women's smile there may be guile, she's skilled at arts deceiving
And she may be most false to me when most I am believing
(Line missing here. . . ) when lips to glass I'm linking
Both loud and true the whole day through
I'm drinking, drinking, drinking.

[I am sure that there used to be a third verse as well, but I'm blowed if I can remember it. Sorry.]