Part 3

Hans Breitmann gife a barty -- Vhere ish dot barty now? Vhere ish de lofely golden cloud Dot float on de moundain's prow? Vhere ish de himmelstrahlende stern -- De shtar of de shpirit's light? All goned afay mit de lager beer -- Afay in de ewigkeit!

BREITMANN AND THE TURNERS.

HANS BREITMANN shoined de Turners, Novemper in de fall, Und dey gifed a boostin' bender All in de Turner Hall. Dere coomed de whole Gesangverein Mit der Liederlich Aepfel Chor, Und dey blowed on de drooms and stroomed on de fifes Till dey couldn't refife no more.

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners, Dey all set oop some shouts, Dey took'd him into deir Turner Hall, Und poots him a course of shprouts. Dey poots him on de barell-hell pars Und shtands him oop on his head, Und dey poomps de beer mit an enchine hose In his mout' dill he's 'pout half tead!

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners; Dey make shimnastig dricks; He stoot on de middle of de floor, Und put oop a fifdy-six. Und den he drows it to de roof, Und schwig off a treadful trink: De veight coom toomple back on his headt, Und py shinks! he didn't vink!

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners:-- Mein Gott! how dey drinked und shwore; Dere vas Schwabians und Tyrolers, Und Bavarians by de score. Some vellers coomed from de Rheinland, Und Frankfort-on-de-Main, Boot dere vas only von Sharman dere, Und he vas a Holstein Dane.

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners, Mit a Limpurg' cheese he coom; Vhen he open de box it schmell so loudt It knock de musik doomb. Vhen de Deutschers kit de flavour, It coorl de haar on deir head; Boot dere vas dwo Amerigans dere; Und, py tam! it kilt dem dead!

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners; De ladies coomed in to see; Dey poot dem in de blace for de gals, All in der gal-lerie. Dey ashk: "Vhere ish der Breitmann?" Und dey dremple mit awe and fear Vhen dey see him schwingen' py de toes, A trinken' lager beer.

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners: I dells you vot py tam! Dey sings de great Urbummellied: De holy Sharman psalm. Und vhen de kits to de gorus You ought to hear dem dramp! It scared der Teufel down below To hear de Dootchmen stamp.

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners:-- By Donner! it vas grand, Vhen de whole of dem goes valkin Und dancin' on deir hand, Mit deir veet all vavin' in de air, Gottstausend! vot a dricks! Dill der Breitmann fall und dey all go down Shoost like a row of bricks.

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners, Dey lay dere in a heap, And slept dill de early sonnen shine Come in at de vindow creep; And de preeze it vake dem from deir dream, And dey go to kit deir feed: Here hat dis song an ende -- Das ist DES BREITMANNSLEID.

BALLAD.

BY HANS BREITMANN.

Der noble Ritter Hugo Von Schwillensaufenstein, Rode out mit shper and helmet, Und he coom to de panks of de Rhine.

Und oop dere rose a meermaid, Vot hadn't got nodings on, Und she say, "Oh, Ritter Hugo, Vhere you goes mit yourself alone?"

And he says, "I rides in de creenwood, Mit helmet und mit shpeer, Til I coomes into em Gasthaus, Und dere I trinks some beer."

Und den outshpoke de maiden Vot hadn't got nodings on: "I don't dink mooch of beoplesh Dat goes mit demselfs alone.

"You'd petter coom down in de wasser, Vhere dere's heaps of dings to see, Und hafe a shplendid tinner Und drafel along mit me.

"Dere you sees de fisch a schwimmin', Und you catches dem efery von:"-- So sang dis wasser maiden Vot hadn't got nodings on.

"Dere ish drunks all full mit money In ships dat vent down of old; Und you helpsh yourself, by dunder! To shimmerin' crowns of gold.

"Shoost look at dese shpoons und vatches! Shoost see dese diamant rings! Coom down and fill your bockets, Und I'll giss you like efery dings.

"Vot you vantsh mit your schnapps und lager? Coom down into der Rhine! Der ish pottles der Kaiser Charlemagne Vonce filled mit gold-red wine!"

Dat fetched him - he shtood all shpell pound; She pooled his coat-tails down, She drawed him oonder der wasser, De maiden mit nodings on.

A BALLAD APOUT DE ROWDIES.

De moon shines ofer de cloudlens, Und de cloudts plow ofer de sea, Und I vent to Coney Island, Und I took mein Schatz mit me. Mein Schatz, Katrina Bauer, I gife her mein heart und vortdt; Boot ve tidn't know vot beoples De Dampfsschiff hafe cot on poard.

De preeze plowed cool und bleasant, We looket at de town Mit sonn-light on de shdeebles, Und wetter fanes doornin' round. Ve sat on de deck in a gorner Und dropled nopody dere, Vhen all aroundt oos de rowdies Peginned to plackguard und schvear.

A voman mit a papy Vos sittin' in de blace; Von tooket a chew tobacco Und trowed it indo her vace. De voman got coonvulshons, De papy pegin to gry; Und de rowdies shkreemed out a laffin, Und saidt dat de fun was "high."

Pimepy ve become some hoonger, Katrina Bauer und I, I openet de lit of mine pasket, Und pringed out a cherry bie. A cherry kooken mit pretzels, "How goot!" Katrina said, Vhen a rowdy snatched it from her, Und preaked it ofer mine het.