PRINTED BY BALLANTVNE, HANSON AND CO. 
 EDINBURGH AND LONDON 
 
CHARLES G. LELAND. 
 
 COMPLETE EDITION. 
 
 LONDON: 
 TRUBNER & CO., LUDGATE HILL. 
 
 1876. 
 
 All rights reserved. 
 
<gst mibi stlwna ctcniin tt pracstanii cohort liebsta j 
 ^aec sola cst ma ||lnsa mtoqwe ugirrit in ^tr^o. 
 Ijuit me crgcbo ipsnm maqiu illi abstatto gdiubbtr, 
 pnic t^nnsaulas aufricljto ojjfroqnt ^tscbcnha, 
 Dit tiiam absingo liebros et carmina stribo." 
 
 Rapsodia Andra, Leipzig, i^th century, 
 
 9930^1 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 HEN Hans Breitmanrfs Party, with other Ballads, 
 ll H I appeared, the only claim made on its behalf 
 was, that it constituted the first book ever written 
 in English as imperfectly spoken by Germans. The author 
 consequently held himself bound to give his broken Eng 
 lish in a truthful form. So far as observation and care, 
 aided by the suggestions of well-educated German friends, 
 could enable him to do this, it was done. But the more 
 extensive were his observations, the more did the fact 
 force itself upon his mind, that there is actually no well- 
 defined method or standard of " German-English," since 
 not only do no two men speak it alike, but no one individual 
 is invariably consistent in his errors or accuracies. Every 
 reader who knows any foreign language imperfectly is aware 
 that he speaks it better at one time than another, and it would 
 consequently have been a grave error to reduce the broken 
 and irregular jargon of the book to a fixed and regular 
 language, or to require that the author should invariably 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 write exactly the same mispronunciations with strict consis 
 tency on all occasions. 
 
 The opinion entirely foreign to any intention of the 
 author that Hans Breitmann is an embodied satire on 
 everything German, has found very few supporters, and it 
 is with the greatest gratification that he has learned that 
 educated and intelligent Germans regard Hans as a jocose 
 burlesque of a type which is every day becoming rarer. 
 And if Teutonic philosophy and sentiment, beer, music, and 
 romance, have been made the medium for what many re 
 viewers have kindly declared to be laughter-moving, let the 
 reader be assured that not a single word was meant in a 
 bitter or unkindly spirit. It is true that there is always a 
 standpoint from which any effort may be misjudged, but 
 this standpoint certainly did not occur to the writer when 
 he wrote, with anything but misgiving, of his " hearty, hard- 
 fighting, good-natured old ex- student," who, in the political 
 ballads and others, appears to no moral disadvantage by the 
 side of his associates. 
 
 Breitmann in several ballads is indeed a very literal copy 
 or combination of characteristics of men who really exist 
 or existed, and who had in their lives embraced as many 
 extremes of thought as the Captain. America abounds with 
 Germans, who, having received in their youth a " classical 
 education," have passed through varied adventures, and 
 often present the most startling paradoxes of thought and 
 personal appearance. I have seen bearing a keg a porter 
 
PREFACE. ix 
 
 who could speak Latin fluently. I have been in a beer- 
 shop kept by a man who was distinguished in the Frankfort 
 Parliament. I have found a graduate of the University of 
 Munich in a negro minstrel troupe. And while mentioning 
 these as a proof that Breitmann, as I have depicted him, is 
 not a contradictory character, I cannot refrain from a word 
 of praise as to the energy and patience with which the Ger 
 man " under a cloud " in America bears his reverses, and 
 works cheerfully and uncomplainingly, until, by sheer per 
 severance, he, in most cases, conquers fortune. In this 
 respect the Germans, as a race, and I might almost say as 
 individuals, are superior to any others on the American 
 continent. And if I have jested with the German new 
 philosophy, it is with the more seriousness that I here 
 acknowledge the deepest respect for that true practical 
 philosophy of life that well-balanced mixture of stoicism 
 and epicurism which enables Germans to endure and to 
 enjoy under circumstances when other men would probably 
 despair. 
 
 Breitmann is one of the battered types of the men of 48 
 a person whose education more than his heart has in 
 every way led him to entire scepticism or indifference and 
 one whose Lutheranism does not go beyond " Wein, Weib, 
 und Gesang." Beneath his unlimited faith in pleasure lie 
 natural shrewdness, an excellent early education, and certain 
 principles of honesty and good fellowship, which are all the 
 more clearly denned from his moral looseness in details which 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 are identified in the Anglo-Saxon mind with total depravity. 
 In such a man, the appreciation of the beautiful in nature 
 may be keen, but it will continually vanish before humour 
 or mere fun ; while having no deep root in life or interests 
 in common with the settled Anglo-Saxon citizen, he cannot 
 fail to appear at times to the latter as a near relation to 
 Mephistopheles. But his "mockery" is as accidental and 
 naif as that of Jewish Young Germany is keen and delibe 
 rate; and the former differs from the latter as the drollery 
 of Abraham a Santa Clara differs from the brilliant satire 
 of Heine. 
 
 The reader should be fairly warned that these poems 
 abound in words, phrases, suggestions, and even couplets, 
 borrowed to such an extent from old ballads and other 
 sources, as to make acknowledgment in many cases seem 
 affectation. Where this has appeared to be worth the 
 while, it has been done. The lyrics were written for a 
 laugh without anticipating publication, so far as a number 
 of the principal ones in the first volume were concerned, 
 and certainly without the least idea that they would be 
 extensively and closely criticised by eminent and able 
 reviewers. Before its compilation the " Barty" had almost 
 passed from the writer s memory, several other songs of 
 the same character by him were quite forgotten, while a 
 number had formed portions of letters to friends, by one 
 of whom a few were published in a newspaper. When 
 finally urged by many who were pleased with " Breitmann" 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 to issue these humble lyrics in book form, it was with some 
 difficulty that the first volume was brought together. 
 
 The excuse for the foregoing observations is the unex 
 pected success of a book which is of itself of so eccentric 
 a character as to require some explanation. For its recep 
 tion from the public, and the kindness and consideration 
 with which it has been treated by the press, the author can 
 never be sufficiently grateful. 
 
 CHARLES G. LELAND. 
 LONDON, 1871. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGB 
 
 HANS BREITMANN S BARTY, ..... i 
 
 BREITMANN AND THE TURNERS, .... 4 
 
 BALLAD, ........ 8 
 
 A BALLAD APOUT DE ROWDIES, ..... IO 
 
 THE PICNIC, ....... 13 
 
 I GILI ROMANESKRO, . . . . 17 
 
 STEINLI VON SLANG, ...... 2O 
 
 TO A FRIEND STUDYING GERMAN, . . . 30 
 
 LOVE SONG, ....... 34 
 
 DER FREISCHUTZ, ...... 36 
 
 WEIN GEIST, ....... 42 
 
 SCHNITZERL S PHILOSOPEDE. 
 
 I. PROLOGUE, ...... 45 
 
 II. HANS BREITMANN AND HIS PHILOSOPEDE, . . 47 
 DIE SCHONE WITTWE 
 
 I. VOT DE YANKEE CHAP SUNG, . . . t 60 
 
 II. HOW DER BREITMANN CUT HIM OUT, . . 6l 
 
 BREITMANN IN BATTLE, ...... 63 
 
 BREITMANN IN MARYLAND, ..... 69 
 
xiv CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 BREITMANN AS A BUMMER, k . 74 
 
 SECOND PART, . . . . . 77 
 
 BREITMANN S GOING TO CHURCH, . . . 8 1 
 
 BREITMANN IN KANSAS, ..... 96 
 
 HANS BREITMANN S CHRISTMAS, .... 101 
 
 BREITMANN ABOUT TOWN, . . . . IIO 
 BREITMANN IN POLITICS 
 
 I. 
 
 1. THE NOMINATION, . . . . .117 
 
 2. THE COMMITTEE OF INSTRUCTION, . . I2O 
 
 3. MR TWINE EXPLAINS P.EING " SOUND UPON THE GOOSE," 123 
 
 II. 
 
 4. HOW BREITMANN AND SMITH WERE REPORTED TO BE 
 
 LOG-ROLLING, . , . . 1 28 
 
 5- HOW THEY HELD THE MASS MEETING, . . 13! 
 
 6. BREITMANN S GREAT SPEECH, . 133 
 
 in. 
 
 PARDT DE VIRST : THE AUTHOR ASSERTS THE VAST 
 INTELLECTUAL SUPERIORITY OF GERMANS TO AME 
 RICANS, . . . . . 139 
 
 PARDT DE SECONDT : SHOWING HOW MR HIRAM TWINE 
 
 "PLAYED OFF" ON SMITH, . , . .142 
 
 BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN, 
 
 I. THE VISION, ...... 150 
 
 II. BREITMANN IN A BALLOON, . . . .156 
 
 III. BREITMANN AND BOUILLI, .... 164 
 
 IV. BREITMANN TAKES THE TOWN OF NANCY, . 1 70 
 V. BREITMANN IN BIVOUAC, . . . .176 
 
 vi. BREITMANN S LAST BARTY, . . . .180 
 
CONTENTS. xv 
 
 EUROPE 
 
 BREITMANN IN PARIS, . . .187 
 
 BREITMANN IN LA SORBONNE, .... 1<)I 
 
 BREITMANN IN FORTY-EIGHT, . . , .194 
 
 BREITMANN IN BELGIUM 
 
 SPA, ........ 201 
 
 OSTENDE, ....... 2O7 
 
 GENT, ....... 210 
 
 BREITMANN IN HOLLAND 
 
 S GRAVENHAGE THE HAGUE, . . , .212 
 
 LEYDEN, . . . . . . .215 
 
 SCHEVENINGEN, . . . . . 21 8 
 
 AMSTERDAM, ...... 223 
 
 GERMANY 
 
 BREITMANN AM RIIEIN COLOGNE, , . . 228 
 
 AM RHEIN NO. II., ..... 234 
 
 AM RHEIN NO. III., ..... 238 
 
 MUNICH, . ...... 240 
 
 FRANKFORT-ON-THE-MAIN, . .... 246 
 
 ITALY 
 
 BREITMANN IN ROME, ..... 249 
 
 LA SCALA SANTA, ...... 256 
 
 BREITMANN INTERVIEWS THE POPE, . . . 258 
 
 THE FIRST EDITION OF BREITMANN 
 
 SHOWING HOW AND WHY IT WAS THAT IT NEVER AP 
 PEARED, ...... 263 
 
 GLOSSARY, . . . . . . .275 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 BY THE PUBLISHER. 
 
 BREITMANN gife a barty "the first of 
 the poems here submitted to the English public 
 appeared originally in 1857, in Graharris 
 Magazine, in Philadelphia, and soon became widely known. 
 Few American poems, indeed, have been held in better 
 or more constant remembrance than the ballad of " Hans 
 Breitmann s Barty ;" for the words just quoted have 
 actually passed into a proverbial expression. The other 
 ballads of the present collection, likewise published in 
 several newspapers, were first collected in 1869 by Mr 
 Leland, the translator of Heine s " Pictures of Travel" and 
 " Book of Songs," and author of " Meister Karl s Sketch- 
 Book," Philadelphia, 1856, and " Sunshine in Thought," 
 New York, 1863. They are much of the same character 
 as " The Barty " most of them celebrating the martial 
 Career of " Hans Breitmann," whose prototype was 
 
xviii IN TROD UCTION. 
 
 a German, serving during the war in the i5th Penn- 
 sylvanian cavalry, and who we have it on good 
 authority was a man of desperate courage whenever a 
 cent could be made, and one who never fought unless some 
 thing could be made. The "rebs" "gobbled" him one 
 day ; but he re-appeared in three weeks overloaded with 
 money and valuables. One of the American critics re 
 marks : " Throughout all the ballads it is the same figure 
 presented an honest Deutscher, drunk with the New 
 World as with new wine, and rioting in the expression of 
 purely Deutsch nature and half-Deutsch ideas through a 
 strange speech." 
 
 The poems are written in the droll broken English (not 
 to be confounded with the Pennsylvanian German) spoken 
 by millions of mostly uneducated Germans in America, 
 immigrants to a great extent from southern Germany. Their 
 English has not yet become a distinct dialect ; and it would 
 even be difficult to fix at present the varieties in which it 
 occurs. One of its prominent peculiarities, however, is 
 easily perceived : it consists in the constant confounding 
 of the soft and hard consonants ; and the reader must well 
 bear it in mind when translating the language that meets his 
 eye into one to become intelligible to his ear. Thus to the 
 German of our poet, kiss becomes giss ; company gom- 
 pany; care gare ; count gount ; corner gorner ; till 
 dill; terrible derrible ; time dime; mountain moun- 
 dain; thing ding; through droo; the de; themselves 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 demselves; other oder; party barty ; place blace ; 
 pig big ; priest breest ; piano biano ; plaster blaster ; 
 fine vine; fighting vighting ; fellow veller ; or, vice 
 versa, he sounds got cot ; green creen ; great crate ; 
 gold dollars cold dollars ; dam tarn ; dreadful treadful ; 
 drunk troonk ; brown prown ; blood ploot ; bridge 
 pridge ; barrel parrel; boot poot ; begging peggin ; 
 blackguard plackguart; rebel repel; never nefer; river 
 rifer; very fery; give gife ; victory fictory; evening 
 efening ; revive refife ; jump shoomp ; join choin ; joy 
 choy; just shoost ; joke choke ; jingling shingling, 
 &c. ; or, through a kindred change, both bofe ; youth 
 youf; but mouth mout ; earth eart ; south sout ; 
 waiting vaiten ; was vas ; widow vidow ; woman 
 voman; work vork; one von; we ve, &c. And hence, 
 by way of a compound mixture, we get from him drafel for 
 travel, derriple for terrible, a daple-leck for a table-leg, 
 bepples for pebbles, tisasder for disaster, schimnastig dricks 
 for gymnastic tricks, let-bencil for lead-pencil, &c. The 
 peculiarity of Germans pronouncing in their mother tongue 
 s like sh when it is followed by / or /, and of Germans 
 of southern Germany often also final s like s/i, naturally 
 produced in their American jargon such results as shplit, 
 shtop, shtraight, shtar, shtupendous, shpree, shpirit, &c. ; 
 ish (is), ash (as), c. ; and, by analogy, led to shveet 
 (sweet), schwig (swig), &c. We need not notice, however, 
 more than these freaks of the German-American-English 
 
xx INTRODUCTION. 
 
 of the present poems, as little as we need advert to simple 
 vulgarisms also met with in England, such as the omission 
 of the final g in words terminating in ing (blayin playing; 
 shpinnen spinning; ridin , sailin , roonin , &c.) We must, 
 of course, assume that the reader of this little volume is 
 well acquainted both with English and German. 
 
 The reader will perceive that the writer has taken another 
 flight in Hans Breitmann s Christmas, and many of the 
 later ballads, from what he did in those preceding ; and 
 exception might be taken to his choice of subjects, and 
 treatment of them, if the language employed by him were 
 a fixed dialect that is, a language arrested at a certain 
 stage of its progress ; for in that case he would have had 
 to subordinate his pictures to the narrow sphere of the 
 realistic incidents of a given locality. But the imperfect 
 English utterances of the German, newly arrived in Ame 
 rica, coloured more or less by the peculiarities of his native 
 idiom, do not make, and never will make a dialect, for the 
 simple reason that, in proportion to his intelligence, his 
 opportunities, and the length of time spent by him among 
 his new English-speaking countrymen, he will sooner or 
 later rid himself of the crudenesses of his speech, thus pre 
 venting it from becoming fixed. Many of the Germans 
 who have emigrated and are still emigrating to America 
 belong to the well-educated classes, and some possess a 
 very high culture. Our poet has therefore presented his 
 typical German, with perfect propriety, in a variety of 
 
INTRODUCTION. xxi 
 
 situations which would be incompatible with the narrow 
 conceptions within which the dialect necessarily moves, 
 and has endowed him with character, even where the local 
 colour is wanting. 
 
 In Breitmann in Politics, we are on purely American 
 ground. 
 
 In it the Germans convince themselves that, as their 
 hero can no longer plunder the rebels, he ought to 
 plunder the nation, and they resolve on getting him 
 elected to the State Legislature. They accordingly 
 form a committee, and formulate for their candidate 
 six "moral ideas" as his platform. These they show to 
 their Yankee helper, Hiram Twine, who, having changed 
 his politics fifteen times, and managed several elections, 
 knows how matters should be handled. He says the moral 
 ideas are very fine, but not worth a "dern;" and instead 
 of them proclaims the true cry, that Breitmann is sound 
 upon the goose, about which he tells a story. Then 
 it is reported that the German cannot win, and that, 
 as he is a soldier, he has been sent into the political 
 field only to lead the forlorn hope and get beaten. In 
 answer to this, Twine starts the report that Smith has 
 sold the fight to Breitmann, a notion which the Americans 
 take to at once 
 
 " For dey mostly dinked id de naturalest ding as efer couldt pefall, 
 For to sheat von s own gonstituents is de pest mofe in de came, 
 Und dey nefer sooposed a Dootchrnan hafe de sense to do de 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Accordingly, Breitmann calls a meeting of Smith s sup 
 porters, tells them that he hopes to get a good place for 
 his friend Smith, though he cannot approve of Smith s 
 teetotal principles, because he, Breitmann, is a republican, 
 and the meaning of that word is plain : " ... If any 
 enlightened man vill seeken in his Bibel, he will find dat 
 a publican is a barty ash sells lager ; und de ding is very 
 blain, dat a republican ish von who sells id gain und gain." 
 Moreover, Smith believes in God, and goes to church, 
 what liberal German can stand this? while Breitmann, 
 being a publican, must be a sinne r As to parties, the 
 principles of both are the same plunder and " any man 
 who gifes me his fote, votefer his boledics pe, shall 
 alfays pe regardet ash bolidigal friendt py me." This 
 brings the house down. And when Breitmann announces 
 that he sells the best beer in the city, and stands drinks 
 gratis to his " bolidigal friendts," and orders in twelve 
 barrels of lager for the meeting, he is unanimously voted 
 " a brickbat, and no sardine." 
 
 After this brilliant success, the author is obliged to pause, 
 in order to proclaim the intellectual superiority of Germans 
 to the whole world. He gets tremendously be-fogged in 
 the process, but that is no matter : 
 
 " Ash der Hegel say of his system, Dat only von mans knew 
 Vot der tyfel id meant; and he couldn t tell, und der Jean Paul 
 Richter, too, 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Who saidt, Gott knows, I meant somedings vhen foorst dis bucli I 
 
 writ, 
 Boot Gott only weiss vot das buch means now, for I hafe forgotten 
 
 it! " 
 
 But, taking the point as proved, our German still allows 
 that the Yankees have some sharp-pointed sense, which 
 he illustrates by narrating how Hiram Twine turned 
 a village of Smith-voters into the Breitmann camp. The 
 village is German and Democrat. Smith has forgotten his 
 meeting, and Twine, who is very like Smith, and rides into 
 the village to watch the meeting, is taken by the Germans 
 for Smith. On this, Twine resolves to personate Smith, 
 and give his supporters a dose of him. Accordingly, on 
 being asked to drink, he tells the Germans that none but 
 hogs would drink their stinking beer, and that German 
 wine was only made for German swine. Then he goes 
 to the meeting, and, having wounded their feelings in the 
 tenderest point, the love of beer, attacks the next 
 tenderest, their love for their language, by declaring 
 that he will vote for preventing the speaking of it all 
 through the States ; and winds up by exhorting them to 
 stop guzzling beer and smoking pipes, and set to work to 
 un-Germanise themselves as soon as possible. On this 
 " dere coomed a shindy," with cries of " Shoot him with 
 a bowie-knife," and " Tar and feather him." A revolver- 
 ball cuts the chandelier-cord ; all is dark ; and amidst 
 the row, Twine escapes and gallops off, with some .pistol- 
 
xxiv INTRODUCTION 
 
 balls after him. But the village votes for Breitmann, and 
 he " licks der Schmit." 
 
 The ballad, " Breitmann s Going to Church," is based on 
 a real occurrence. A certain colonel, with his men, did 
 really, during the war, go to a church in or near Nashville, 
 and, as the saying is, " kicked up the devil, and broke 
 things," to such an extent, that a serious reprimand from 
 the colonel s superior officer was the result. The fact is 
 guaranteed by Mr Leland, who heard the offender complain 
 of the " cruel and heartless stretch of military authority." 
 As regards the firing into the guerilla ball-room, it took 
 place near Murfreesboro 1 , on the night of Feb. 10 or n, 
 1865; and on the next day, Mr Leland was at a house 
 where one of the wounded lay. On the same night a 
 Federal picket was shot dead near Lavergne ; and the next 
 night a detachment of cavalry was sent off from General 
 Van Cleve s quarters, the officer in command coming in 
 while the author was talking with the general, for final 
 orders. They rode twenty miles that night, attacked a 
 body of guerillas, captured a number, and brought back 
 prisoners early next day. The same day Mr Leland, with 
 a small cavalry escort, and a few friends, went out into the 
 country, during which ride one or two curious incidents 
 occurred, illustrating the extraordinary fidelity of the blacks 
 to Federal soldiers. 
 
 The explanation of the poem entitled, " The First Edi 
 tion of Breitmann," is as follows : It was not long after the 
 
INTRODUCTION. xxv 
 
 war that a friend of the writer s to whom " The Breitmann 
 Ballads " had been sent in MSS., and who had frequently 
 urged the former to have them published, resolved to 
 secure, at least, a small private edition, though at his own 
 expense. Unfortunately the printers quarreled about the 
 MSS., and, as the writer understood, the entire concern 
 broke up in a row in consequence. And, in fact, when 
 we reflect on the amount of fierce attack and recrimination 
 which this unpretending and peaceful little volume elicited 
 after the appearance of the fifth English edition, and the injury 
 which it sustained from garbled and falsified editions, in not 
 less than three unauthorised reprints, it would really seem as 
 if this first edition, which " died a borning," had been typical 
 of the stormy path to which the work was predestined. 
 
 " I Gili Romaneskro," a gipsy ballad, was written both 
 in the original and translation that is to say, in the German 
 gipsy and German English dialects to cast a new light on 
 the many-sided Bohemianism of Herr Breitmann. 
 
 The readers of more than one English newspaper will 
 recall that the idea of representing Breitmann as an Uhlan, 
 scouting over France, and frequently laying houses and 
 even cities under heavy contribution, has occurred to very 
 many of " Our Own." A spirited correspondent of the 
 Telegraph, and others of literary fame, have familiarly 
 referred to the Uhlan as Breitmann, indicating that the 
 German- American free-lance has grown into a type ; and 
 more than one newspaper, anticipating this volume, has 
 
xxvi INTRODUCTION, 
 
 published Anglo-German poems referring to Hans Breit- 
 mann and the Prussian-French war. In several pamphlets 
 written in Anglo-German rhymes, which appeared in 
 London in 1871, Breitmann was made the representative 
 type of the war by both the friends and opponents of 
 Prussia, while during February of the same year Hans 
 figured at the same time, and on the same evenings for 
 several weeks, on the stages of three London theatres. So 
 many imitations of these poems were published, and so 
 extensively and familiarly was Mr Leland s hero spoken of 
 as the exponent of the German cause, that it seemed to a 
 writer at the time as if he had become "as regards Germany 
 what John Bull and Brother Jonathan have long been to 
 England and America." In connection with this remark, 
 the following extract from a letter of the Special Corres 
 pondent of the London Daily Telegraph of August 29, 1870, 
 may not be without interest : 
 
 "The Prussian Uhlan of 1870 seems destined to fill in 
 French legendary chronicle the place which, during the 
 invasions of 1814-15, was occupied by the Cossack. 
 He is a great traveller. Nancy, Bar-le-Duc, Commercy, 
 Rheims, Chalons, St Dizier, Chaumont, have all heard 
 of him. The Uhlan makes himself quite at home, and 
 drops in, entirely in a friendly way, on mayors and corpo 
 rations, asking not only himself to dinner, but an inde 
 finite number of additional Uhlans, who, he says, may 
 
IN TROD UCTION. xxvii 
 
 be expected hourly. The Uhlan wears a blue uniform 
 turned up with yellow, and to the end of his lance is affixed 
 a streamer intimately resembling a very dirty white pocket- 
 handkerchief. Sometimes he hunts in couples, sometimes 
 he goes in threes, and sometimes in fives. When he lights 
 upon a village, he holds it to ransom ; when he comes 
 upon a city, he captures it, making it literally the prisoner 
 of his bow and his spear. A writer in Blackwood s Maga 
 zine once drove the people of Lancashire to madness by 
 declaring that, in the Rebellion of 1745, Manchester was 
 taken by a Scots sergeant and a wench ; but it is a noto 
 rious fact that Nancy submitted without a murmur to five 
 Uhlans, and that Bar-le-Duc was occupied by two. When 
 the Uhlan arrives in a conquered city, he visits the mayor, 
 and makes his usual inordinate demands for meat, drink, 
 and cigars. If his demands are acceded to, he accepts 
 everything with a grin. If he is refused, he remarks, like 
 wise with a grin, that he will come again to-morrow with 
 three thousand light horsemen, and he gallops away ; but 
 in many cases he does not return. The secret of the 
 fellow s success lies mainly in his unblushing impudence, 
 his easy mendacity, and that intimate knowledge of every 
 highway and byway of the country which, thanks to the 
 military organisation of the Prussian army, he has acquired 
 in the regimental school. He gives himself out to be the 
 precursor of an imminently advancing army, when, after 
 all, he is only a boldly adventurous free-lance, who has 
 
xxviii INTRODUCTION. 
 
 ridden thirty miles across country on the chance of picking 
 up something in the way of information or victuals. Only 
 one more touch is needed to complete the portrait of the 
 Uhlan. His veritable name would seem to be Hans Breit- 
 mann, and his vocation that of a bummer ; and Breit- 
 mann, we learn from the preface to Mr Leland s wonderful 
 ballad, had a prototype in a regiment of Pennsylvanian 
 cavalry by the name of Jost, whose proficiency in bum 
 ming/ otherwise looting/ in swearing, fighting, and drink 
 ing lager beer, raised him to a pitch of glory on the Federal 
 side which excited at once the envy and the admiration of 
 the boldest bush-whackers and the gauntest guerillas in 
 the Conederate host." 
 
 The present edition embraces all the Breitmann poems 
 which have as yet appeared ; and the publisher trusts that 
 in their collected form they will be found much more 
 attractive than in scattered volumes. Many new lyrics, 
 illustrating the hero s travels in Europe, have been added, 
 and these, it is believed, are not inferior to their predeces 
 sors, 
 
 N. TRUBNER. 
 
HANS BREITMANN S BARTY. 
 
 ANS BREITMANN gife a barty; 
 
 Dey had biano-blayin , 
 I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau, 
 
 Her name vas Madilda Yane. 
 She hat haar as prown ash a pretzel, 
 
 Her eyes vas himmel-plue, 
 Und vhen dey looket indo mine, 
 Dey shplit mine heart in dwo. 
 
 Hans Breitmann gife a barty, 
 
 I vent dere you ; 11 pe pound ; 
 I valtzet mit Matilda Yane, 
 
 Und vent shpinnen round und round. 
 De pootiest Fraulein in de house, 
 
 She vayed pout dwo hoondred pound, 
 Und efery dime she gife a shoomp 
 
 She make de vindows sound. 
 
 A 
 
BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Hans Breitmann gife a barty, 
 
 I dells you it cost him dear ; 
 Dey rolled in more ash sefen kecks 
 
 Of foost-rate lager beer. 
 Und vhenefer dey knocks de shpicket in 
 
 -De Deutschers gifes a cheer ; 
 I dinks dat so vine a barty 
 I .Nefer coom to a het dis year. 
 
 Hans Breitmann gife a barty ; 
 
 Dere all vas Souse and Brouse, 
 Vhen de sooper corned in, de gompany 
 
 Did make demselfs to house ; 
 Dey ate das Brot and Gensy broost, 
 
 De Bratwurst and Braten vine, 
 Und vash der Abendessen down 
 
 Mit four parrels of Neckarwein. 
 
 Hans Breitmann gife a barty ; 
 
 Ve all cot troonk ash bigs. 
 I poot mine mout to a parrel of beer. 
 
 Und emptied it oop mit a schwigs ; 
 Und den I gissed Madilda Yane, 
 
 Und she shlog me on de kop, 
 Und de gompany vighted mit daple-lecks 
 
 Dill de coonshtable made oos shtop. 
 
HANS BREITMANN S BARTY. 
 
 Plans Breitmann gife a barty 
 
 Vhere ish dat barty now ? 
 Vhere ish de lofely golden cloud 
 
 Dat 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. 
 ANS BREITMANN shoined de Turners, 
 
 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 und 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 ! 
 * Liederchor is the word which serves as a basis for this designation. 
 
BREITMANN AND THE TURNERS. 
 
 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 pack 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 Sharmari 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 tarn ! it kilt dem dead ! 
 
BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 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 dey 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, 
 
 * Studio auf einer Reis , 
 
 Lebet halt auf auf eig ner Weis. 
 Hungrig hier und hungrig dort, 
 1st des Burschens Lobungswort. 
 
 This, with the other verses, may be found in the German Students 
 Commers bucher. 
 
BREITMANN AND THE TURNERS. 
 
 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 BREITMANNSLIED. 
 
BALLAD. 
 
 EY HANS BREITMANN. 
 
 |ER 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, 
 Till I cooms into em Gasthaus, 
 
 Und dere I trinks some beer." 
 
 Und den outsphoke de maiden 
 
 Vot hadn t got nodings on : 
 " I tont dink mooch of beoplesh 
 
 Dat goes mit demselfs alone. 
 
BALLAD. 
 
 " You 7 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 unol vatches ! 
 
 Shoost see dese diamant rings ! 
 Coom down and fill your bockets, 
 
 Und I 11 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. 
 
 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 vordt ; 
 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 BALLAD APOUT THE ROWDIES. 11 
 
 A voman mit a papy 
 
 Vas 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 vas " 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. 
 
 I dells him he pe a plackguart, 
 
 I gifed him a biece my mind, 
 I vouldt saidt it pefore a tousand. 
 
 Mit der teufel himself pehind. 
 Den he knocks me down mit a sloong-shot, 
 
 Und peats me plack and plue ; 
 Und all de plackguards kick me, 
 
 Dill I vainted, und dat ish drue. 
 
12 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 De rich American beoples 
 
 Don t know how de rowdies shtrike 
 Der poor hardtworkin Sharman, 
 
 He knows it more ash he like. 
 If de Deutsche speakers und bapers 
 
 Are somedimes too hard on dis land, 
 Shoost dink how de Deutsch kit driven 
 
 Along by de rowdy s hand ! 
 
THE PICNIC. 
 
 picknock oud at Spraker s wood : 
 Id melt de soul und fire de plood. 
 Id sofly slid from cakes und cream ; 
 Boot busted oop on brandy shdeam. 
 
 Mit stims of tender Graceful ring, 
 
 De gals begoon a song to sing ; 
 
 A bland mildt lied of olden dime 
 
 Deutsch vas die doon, und Deutsch de rhyme. 
 
 Wi s uffder Stross wenn s fmschter ischt, 
 Und niemond in der Goss mehr ischt, 
 Nur Schone Madel wolle mer fonga, 
 Wie es gebil te Leut verlonga. 
 
 At de picknock oud in Spraker s Wood, 
 De bier was soft de gals were good : 
 Oondil von feller, vild und rasch, 
 Called out for a Yankee brandy-smash ! 
 
14 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 A crow vot vas valkin on de vail, 
 Fell dead ven he hear dis Dootchmann call ; 
 For he knew dat droples coom, py shinks ! 
 Ven de Dootch go in for Yankee drinks. 
 
 De Dootch got ravin droonk ash sin, 
 Dey smash de windows out und in ; 
 Dey bust und bang de bar-room ein, 
 Und call for a bucket of branntewein. 
 
 Avay, avay, demselfs dey floong, 
 Und a wild infernal lied dey sung : 
 Tvas, " Tarn de wein, and cuss de bier 1 
 Ve tont care nix for de demprance here 1 
 
 " O keep a pringin juleps in, 
 Und baldface corn dat burn like sin ; 
 Mit apple tods und oldt shtone fence, 
 Ve 11 all get corned ere ve go hence ! " 
 
 Dey dash deir glasses on de cround, 
 Und tanz dill tvas all to brick-duss ground, 
 Ven dey hear von man had a ten-dollar note, 
 De crowd go dead for dat rich man s troat. 
 
 A demperance chap vot coomed dere in, 
 Vent squanderin out mit his shell bust in ; 
 " It s walk your chalks, you loost your chance, 
 Dis vot de call der Dootchman s dance." 
 
THE PICNIC. 15 
 
 Boot ven de law, mit his myrmidon, 
 Vas hear of dese Dootchmens carryins-on, 
 Dey sent bolicemen shtern und good, 
 To /////dose Dootch in Spraker s Wood. 
 
 De Dootch vas all gone roarin mad, 
 Und trinked mit Spraker all dey had ; 
 Dey shpend nuf money to last deir life, 
 And each vas tantzin mit anoder man s wife. 
 
 Dey all cot poonish difers vays, 
 Some vent to jug for dirty tays ; 
 Und de von dat kilt de demperance man 
 Vas kit from de Alderman repriman. 
 
 Und dus it ran : " A warnin dake, 
 For you mighdt hafe mate soom pig mishdake, 
 Now how vouldt you hafe feeled, py shing ! 
 If dat man hat peen in de whiskey ring ? 
 
 * Since you votes mine dicket, of course you know, 
 I m pound to led you shlide und go. 
 Boot nefer on whiskey trink your fill, 
 For you Dootchmen don t know who to kill." 
 
 Now Deutschers all on dis warning dink, 
 Und don t get troonk on Yankee trink, 
 For neider you, or anoder man, 
 Can pe hocks like de New York rowdies can. 
 
1 6 BREITMANN BALLA DS. 
 
 So trink goot bier, mit musik plest, 
 
 For if you tried your level best, 
 
 You can t be plackguarts taint in de plood 
 
 Dus endet de shdory of Spraker s Wood. 
 
I GILI ROMANESKRO. 
 
 A GIPSY BALLAD. 
 
 HEN der Herr Breitmann vas a yungling, he vas go 
 bummin aroundt goot deal in de worldt, vestigatin 
 human natur, roulant de vergne en vergne, ash de 
 Fraentsch boet says : " goin from town to town ; " seein 
 beobles in gemixed sociedy, und learnin dose languages 
 vitch ornamendt a drue moskopolite, or von whose kopf ish 
 bemosst mit experience. Mong oder tongues, ash it would 
 appeared, he shpoke fluendly, Red Welsh, Black Dootch, 
 Kauder-Waelsch, Gaunersprache und Shipsy ; und dis latter 
 languashe he pring so wide dat he write a pook of pallads 
 in it, von of vitch pallads I hafe intuce him mit moosh 
 droples to telifer ofer to de worldt. De inclined reader 
 vill, mit crate heavy-hood blace pefore himself de fexation 
 und lapor I hafe hat in der Breitmann his absents, to ged 
 dese Shipsy verses broperly gorrected ; as de only shentle- 
 man in town who vas culpable of so doin, ish peen gonfined 
 in de town-brison, pout some droples he hat for shdealin 
 some hens ; und pefore I couldt consoolt mit him, he vas 
 
 B 
 
iS BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 rooned afay. Denn 1 fond an oldt vomans Shipsy, who vas 
 do nodings boot peg, und so wider mit pout five or four 
 oders more. Derfore, de errordoms moost pe excused py 
 de enlightened pooplic, who are fomiliar mit dis peautiful 
 languashe, vitch is now so shenerally fashionabel in literary 
 und shpordin circles. 
 
 F. SCHWACKENHAMMER. 
 
 I GILI ROMANESKRO, 
 
 Schunava, ke baschno dela godln, 
 
 Schunava Paschomkskro. 
 Te del miro Dewel tumen 
 
 Dschavena bachtallo.* 
 
 Schunava opre to ruka 
 
 Chiriklo ke gillela : 
 Kamove la but dives, 
 
 Eh me pale kamaveva, 
 
 Apo je wa wer divesseste 
 Schunava pro gilaviben, 
 M akana me avava, 
 
 Pro marzos, pro kuriben. 
 Bachtallo dschaven is the prose form. Vile Pott s Zigeuncr. 
 
I GILI ROMANESKRO. 19 
 
 So korava kuribente, 
 
 So korava apre drdm ; 
 Me kanav miri romni, 
 
 So kamela la Idkero rom. 
 
 DRANSLATION. 
 
 I hear de gock a growin ! 
 
 I hear de musikant ! 
 Gott gife dee a happy shourney 
 
 Vhen you go to a distand landfc 
 
 I hears oopon de pranches 
 A pird mit merry shdrain, 
 
 Goot many tays moost fanish 
 Ere I coom to dis blace again. 
 
 Oopon some oder tay-times 
 I 11 hear dat song from dee : 
 
 Boot now I goes ash soldier 
 To war, o er de rollin sea. 
 
 Und vot I shdeals in pattle, 
 Und vot on de road I shdeal, 
 
 I 11 pring all to my true lofe 
 Who lofes her lofer so well. 
 
STEINLI VON SLANG. 
 
 iER watchman look out from his tower 
 
 Ash de Abendgold glimmer grew dim, 
 Und saw on de road troo de Gauer 
 
 Ten shpearmen coom ridin to him : 
 Und he schvear : " May I lose my next bitter, 
 
 Und denn mit der Teufel go hang ! 
 If id isn t dat pully young Ritter, 
 De hell-drivin Steinli von Slang. 
 
 " De vorldt nefer had any such man, 
 
 He vights like a sturm in its wrath : 
 You may call me a recular Dutchman, 
 
 If he arn t like Goliath of Gath. 
 He ish big ash de shiant O Brady, 
 
 More ash sefen feet high on a string, 
 Boot he can t vin de hearts of my lady, 
 
 De lofely Plectruda von Sling." 
 
STEIN LI VON SLANG. 21 
 
 De lady make welcome her gast in, 
 
 Ash he shtep to de dop of de shtair, 
 She look like an angel got lost in 
 
 A forest of audumn-prown hair. 
 Und a bower-maiden said ash she tarried : 
 
 " I wish I may bust mit a bang ! 
 If id isn t a shame she ain t married 
 
 To der her-re-liche Steinli von Slang ! 
 
 He pows to de cround fore de lady, 
 
 Vhile his vace ish ash pale ash de tead ; 
 Und she vhispers oonto him a rede 
 
 Ash mit arrow point accents, she said : 
 " You hafe long dimes peen dryin to win me, 
 
 You hafe vight, and mine braises you sing, 
 Boot I m fraid dat de notion aint in me, 
 
 De Lady Plectruda von Sling. 
 
 " Boot brafehood teserfes a reward, sir ; 
 
 Dough you Ve hardly a chost of a shanse. 
 Sankt Werolf ! medinks id ish hard, sir, 
 
 I should allaweil lead you dis dance." 
 Like a bees vhen it booz troo de clofer, 
 
 Dese murmurin accents she flang, 
 Vhile singin, a stingin her lofer, 
 
 Der woe-moody Ritter von Slang. 
 
22 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " Boot if von ding you do, I 11 knock under, 
 
 Our droples moost enden damit. 
 Und if you pull troo it, by donder ! 
 
 I ; 11 own myself euchred, und bit. 
 I schvear py de holy Sanct Chlody ! 
 
 Py mine honor und avery ding ! 
 You may hafe me soul, puttons, und pody 7 
 
 Mit de whole of Plectruda von Slins:." 
 
 " Und dis ish de test of your power : 
 
 Vhile ve shtand ourselfs round in a row, 
 You moost roll from de dop of dis tower, 
 
 Down shdairs to de valley pelow. 
 Id ish rough and ash shteep ash my virtue :" 
 
 (Mit schwanenshweet accents she sang :) 
 " Tont try if you dinks id vill hurt you 
 
 Mine goot liddle Ritter von Slang." 
 
 An moormoor arosed mong de beoples ; 
 
 In fain tid she doom in her shkorn, 
 Der vatchman on dop of de shdeeples 
 
 Plowed a sorryfool doon on his horn. 
 Ash dey look down de dousand-foot treppe, 
 
 Dey schveared dey vouldt pass on de ding, 
 Und not roll down de firstest tarn steppe 
 
 For a hoondred like Fraulein von Sling. 
 
STEINLI VON SLANG. 23 
 
 II. 
 Twas audumn. De dry leafs vere bustlin 
 
 Und visperin deir elfin wild talk, 
 Vhen shlow, mit his veet in dera rustlin, 
 
 Herr Steinli coomed out for a walk. 
 Wild dooks vly afar in de gloamin, 
 
 He hear a vaint gry vrom de gang ; 
 Und vished he vere off mit dem roamin : 
 
 De heart-wounded Ritter von Slang. 
 
 Und ash he vent musin und shbeakin, 
 
 He see, shoost ahead in his vay, 
 In sinkular manner a streakin, 
 
 A strange liddle bein, in cray, 
 Who loomed on him quick mit a holler, 
 
 Und cuttin a dwo bigeon ving, 
 Cried, " Say, can you change me a thaler, 
 
 Oh, guest of de Lady von Sling ? " 
 
 De knight vas a goot-nadured veller, 
 
 (De peggars all knowed him at sight), 
 So he forked out each groschen und heller, 
 
 Dill he fix de finances aright. 
 Boot shoost ash de liddle man vent, he, 
 
 (Der Ritter), astonished cried " Dang ! " 
 For id vasn t von thaler boot tventy, 
 
 He d passed on der Ritter von Slang. 
 
24 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 O reater ! soopose soosh a vlight in 
 
 De vingers of me, or of you, 
 How we d loomed on our heels, und gone kitin 
 
 Dill no von vos left to pursue ! 
 Good Lort ! how we Y/ froze to de ready ! 
 
 Boot mit him J dvas a different ding ; 
 For he vent on de high, moral steady, 
 
 Dis lofer of Fraulein von Sling. 
 
 Und dough no von vill gife any gredit 
 
 To dis part of mine dale, shdill id s drue, 
 He drafelled ash if he vould dead it, 
 
 Dis liddle oldt man to pursue. 
 Und loudly he after him hollers, 
 
 Till de vales mit de differs loud rang : 
 " You hafe gifed me nine-ten too rnoosh dollars. 
 
 Hold hard !" cried der Ritter von Slang. 
 
 De oldt man ope his eyes like a casement, 
 
 Und laidt a cold hand on his prow, 
 Denn mutter in ootmosdt amazement, 
 
 " Vot manner of rnordal art dou ? 
 I hafe lifed in dis world a yar tausend, 
 
 Und nefer yed met soosh a ding ! 
 Yet you find it hart vork to pe spouse, and 
 
 Peloved by de Lady von Sling ! 
 
STEINLI VON SLANG. 25 
 
 " Und she vant you to roll from de tower 
 
 Down shteps to yon rifulet shpot." 
 (Here de knight whom amazement oerbower, 
 
 Cried " Himmels potz pumpen Herr Gott ! ") 
 Boot de oldt veller saidt : " I 11 arrange it, 
 
 Let your droples und sorrows co hang ! 
 Und nodings vill coom to derange it 
 
 Pet high on it, Ritter von Slang. 
 
 " So get oop dis small oonderstandin, 
 
 Dat to-morrow by ten, do you hear ? 
 You 11 pe mit your trunk at de landin ; 
 
 I 11 also be dere nefer fear ! 
 Und I dinks we shall make your young voman 
 
 A new kind of meloty sing ; 
 Dat vain, wicked, cruel, unhuman, 
 
 Gott-tamnaple Fraulein von Sling/ 
 
 De fiolet shdars vere apofe him, 
 
 Vhite moths und vhite dofes shimmered round, 
 All nature seemed seekin to lofe him, 
 
 Mit perfume und vision und sound. 
 De liddle oldt veller hat fanished, 
 
 In a harp-like, melotious twang ; 
 Und mit him all sorrow vas panished 
 
 A fay from der Steinli von Slang. 
 
26 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 in. 
 Id vas morn, und de vorldt hat assempled 
 
 Mid panners und lances und dust, 
 Boot de heart of de Paroness trempled, 
 
 Und ofden her folly she cussed. 
 For she found dat der Ritter vould do it, 
 
 Und " die or get into de Ring," 
 Und denn she d pe cerdain to rue it, 
 
 Aldough she vas Lady von Sling. 
 
 For no man in Deutschland stood higher 
 
 Dan he mit de Minnesing crew, 
 He vas friendet to Heini von Steier, 
 
 Und Wolfram von Eschenbach too. 
 Und she dinked ash she look from de vinders, 
 
 How herzlich his braises dey sang ; 
 " Now dey 11 knock my goot name indo flinders, 
 
 For killin der Ritter von Slang." 
 
 Boot oh ! der goot knight had a Schauer, 
 
 Und felt most ongommonly queer, 
 Vhen he find on de top of de dower 
 
 De goblum, pesite him, abbear. 
 Denn he find he no more could go valkin, 
 
 Und shtood, shoost an potrified ding, 
 Vhile de goblum vent round apout talkin, 
 
 Und chaffin Plectruda von Sling. 
 
STEIN LI VON SLANG. 27 
 
 Derm at vonce he see indo de problum, 
 
 Und vas stoggered like rats at ids vim ; 
 His soul had gone indo de goblum, 
 
 Und de goblum s hat gone indo him. 
 Und de eyes of de volk vas enchanted, 
 
 Dere vas " glamour" oopon de whole gang ; 
 For dey dinked dat dis veller who ranted 
 
 So loose, vas der Ritter von Slang. 
 
 Und, Lordt ! how he dalked ! Oonder heafens 
 
 Dere vas nefer soosh derriple witz, 
 Knockin all dings to sechses and sefens, 
 
 Und gifin Plectruda, Dutch fits. 
 Mein Gott ! how he poonished und chaffed her 
 
 Like a hell-stingin, devil-born ding ; 
 Vhile de volk lay a-rollin mit laughter 
 
 At Fraulein Plectruda von Sling. 
 
 De lady grew angry und paler, 
 
 De lady grew ratful und red, 
 She felt some Satanical jailer 
 
 Hafe brisoned de tongue in her head. 
 She moost laugh vhen she vant to pe cryin, 
 
 Und vas crushed mit de teufelisch clang, 
 Till she knelt herself, pooty near dyin, 
 
 To dis derriple image of Slang. 
 
28 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Denn der goblum shoomp oop to der ceiling 
 
 Und trow sommerseds round on de vloor, 
 Right ofer Plectruda a-kneelin, 
 
 Dill she look more a vool dan pefore. 
 Denn he roll down de shteps light und breezy, 
 
 His laughs made it all apout ring ; 
 Ash he shveared dere vas noding more easy 
 
 Dan to. win a Plectruda von Sling. 
 
 Und vhen he cot down to de pottom, 
 
 He laugh so to freezen your plood ; 
 Und schwear dat de boomps ash he cot em 
 
 Hafe make him feel petter ash good. 
 Boot, oh ! how dey shook at his power, 
 
 Vhen he toorned himself roundt mit a bang, 
 Und roll oop to de dop of de tower, 
 
 To change forms mit de oder Von Slang 1 
 
 Denn all in an insdand vas altered, 
 
 Der Steinle vas coom to himself; 
 Und de sprite, vitch in double sense paltered, 
 
 From dat moment acain vas an elf. 
 Dey shdill dinked dat he vas de person 
 
 Who had bobbed oop and down on de ving, 
 Und knew not who tvas lay de curse on 
 
 De peaudiful Lady von Sling. 
 
STEINLI VON SLANG. 29 
 
 Nun endlich Plectruda repented, 
 
 Und gazed on der Ritter mit shoy ; 
 In dime to pe married consented, 
 
 Und vas plessed mit a peautifool poy, 
 A dwenty gold biece on his bosom 
 
 Vhen geporn vas tiscofered to hang 
 Mit de inscript " Dis dime dont refuse em" 
 
 So endet de tale of Von Slang. 
 
 DRESDEN, 1870. 
 
TO A FRIEND STUDYING GERMAN. 
 
 Si liceret te amare 
 
 Ad Suevorum magnum mare, 
 
 Sponsam te perducerem. 
 
 Tristicict Amoroso,, Frau Aventiure, 
 von J. V. Scheffel. 
 
 ILL ST dou learn die Deutsche Sprache? 
 
 Denn set it on your card, 
 Dat all the nouns have shenders, 
 Und de shenders all are hard. 
 Dere ish also dings called pronoms, 
 
 Vitch id s shoost ash veil to know ; 
 Boot ach ! de verbs or time-words 
 Dey 11 work you bitter woe. 
 
 Will st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 
 
 Denn you allatag moost go 
 To sinfonies, sonatas, 
 
 Or an oratorio. 
 Vhen you dinks you knows pout musik, 
 
 More ash any other man, 
 Be sure de soul of Deutschland 
 
 Into your soul ish ran. 
 
TO A FRIEND STUDYING GERMAN. 31 
 
 Will st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 
 
 Dou moost eat apout a peck 
 A week, of stinging sauerkraut,* 
 
 Und sefen pfoundts of speck. 
 Mit Gott knows vot in vinegar, 
 
 Und deuce knows vot in rum : 
 Dis ish de only cerdain vay 
 
 To make de accents coom. 
 
 Will st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 
 
 Brepare dein soul to shtand 
 Soosh sendences ash ne er vas heardt 
 
 In any oder land. 
 Till dou canst make parentheses 
 
 Intwisted ohne zahl 
 Dann wirst du erst Deutschfertig seyn,t 
 
 For a languashe idea"!. 
 
 Will st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 
 
 Du must mitout an fear 
 Trink afery tay an gallon dry, 
 
 Of foamin Sherman bier. 
 
 * Stinging. An amusing instance of " Breitmannism " was shown 
 in the fact that an American German editor, in his ignorance of Eng 
 lish, actually believed that the word stinging, as here given, meant 
 stinking, and was accordingly indignant. It is needless to say that no 
 such idea was intended to be conveyed. 
 
 f Then only you will be ready in German. 
 
32 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Und de more you trinks, pe certain, 
 More Deutsch you 11 surely pe ; 
 
 For Gambrinus ish de Emperor 
 Of de whole of Germany. 
 
 Will st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 
 
 Be sholly, brav, und treu, 
 For dat veller ish kein Deutscher 
 
 Who ish not a sholly poy. 
 Find out vot means Gemuthlichkeit, 
 
 Und do it mitout fail, 
 In Sang und Klang dein Lebenlang,* 
 
 A brick ganz kreuzfidel. 
 
 Will st dou learn de Deutsche Sprache ? 
 
 If a shendleman dou art, 
 Denn shtrike right indo Deutschland, 
 
 Und get a schveetes heart. 
 From Schwabenland or Sachsen 
 
 Vhere now dis writer pees ; 
 Und de bretty girls all wachsen 
 
 Shoost like aepples on de drees, 
 
 Boot if dou bee st a laty 
 
 Denn on de oder hand, 
 Take a blonde moustachioed lofer 
 
 In de vine green Sherman land. 
 * In Music and Song all thy life lon. 
 
TO A FRIEND STUDYING GERMAN. 33 
 
 Und if you shoost kit married 
 
 (Vood mit vood soon makes a vire), 
 You 11 learn to sprechen Deutsch mein kind, 
 
 Ash fast ash you tesire. 
 
 DRESDEN, January 1870. 
 
LOVE SONG. 
 
 Vulnerasti cor meum, soror mea sponsa. 
 
 VERE mine lofe a sugar-powl, 
 
 De fery shmallest loomp 
 Vouldt shveet de seas, from pole to pole. 
 
 Und make de shildren shoomp. 
 Und if she vere a clofer-field, 
 
 I d bet my only pence, 
 It vould nt pe ho dime at all 
 Pefore I d shoomp de fence. 
 
 Her heafenly foice, it drill me so. 
 
 It oft-dimes seems to hoort, 
 She ish de holiest anamile 
 
 Dat roons oopon de dirt. 
 De renpow rises vhen she sings, 
 
 De sonnshine vhen she dalk ; 
 De angels crow und flop deir vings 
 
 Vhen she goes out to valk. 
 
 So livin white, so carnadine, 
 
 Mine lofe s gomblexion show ; 
 It s shoost like Abendcarmosine, 
 
 Rich gleamin on de shnow. 
 
LOVE SONG. 35 
 
 Her soul makes plushes in her sheek 
 
 Ash sommer reds de wein, 
 Or sonnlight sends a fire life troo 
 
 An blank Karfunkelstein. 
 
 De iiberschwengliche ide es 
 
 Dis lofe poot in my mind, 
 Vouldt make a foost-rate philosoph 
 
 Of any human kind. 
 Tis schudderin schveet on eart to meet 
 
 An himmlisch-hoellisch Qual ; 
 Und treat mitwhiles to Kummel Schnapps 
 
 De Schcenheitsideal. 
 
 Dein Fuss seind weiss wie Kreiden, 
 
 Dein Ermlein Helfenbein, 
 Dein ganzer Leib ist Seiden, 
 
 Dein Brust wie Marmelstein 
 Ja vot de older boet sang, 
 
 I sing of dee dou Fine ! 
 Dou rt soul und pody, heart und life : 
 
 Glatt, zart, gelind, und rein.* 
 
 * Thy feet are white as chalk, my love, 
 
 Thy arms are ivory bone, 
 Thy body is all satin soft, 
 Thy breast of marble stone. 
 
 Smooth, tender, pure, and fair. 
 
 Liederbuch Pauls von der Heist, 1602. 
 
DER FREISCHUTZ. 
 
 AIR " Der Pabst lebt," &c. 
 
 IE gehts, my frendts if you ll allow 
 I sings you rite afay shoost now 
 Some dretful shdories vitch dey calls 
 Der Freyschutz, or de Magic Balls. 
 
 Wohl in Bohemian land it cooms, 
 Vhere folk trink prandy mate of plooms ;* 
 Dere lifed ein Yaeger Maxerl Schmit 
 Who shot mit goons und nefer hit. 
 
 Now dere vas von oldt Yaeger, who 
 Says, " Maxerl, dis vill nefer do ; 
 If you shouldt miss on drial-tay, 
 Dere 11 pe der tyfel denn to bay. 
 
 " If you do miss, you shtupid coose, 
 Dere 11 pe de donnerwetter loose ; 
 For you shant hafe mine taughter s hand, 
 Nor pe der Hertzhog s yaegersmann." 
 * Slibovitz. 
 
DER FREISCHUTZ. 37 
 
 Id coomed pefore de tay vas set, 
 Dat all de shaps togeder met ; 
 Und Max he fired his goon und missed, 
 Und all de gals cot roundt und hissed. 
 
 Dey laughed pefore und hissed pehind ; 
 Boot von shap Kaspar saidt, " Ton t mind; 
 I dells you vot you stoons ; em alls 
 If yoost you shoodt mit magic balls." 
 
 " De magic balls ! oh, vot is dat ? " 
 
 " I cot soom in my hoontin hat j 
 
 Dey re plack as kohl, und shoodt so drue : 
 
 Oh, dem s de kindt of balls for you. 
 
 " You see dat eagle vlyin high, 
 Ein hoondred miles oop in de sky; 
 Shoot at dat eagle mit your bix, 
 You kills him tead ash doonderblix !" 
 
 " I ton t pelieve de dings you say. 1 
 " You fool," says Kasp, "denn plaze afay ! J 
 He plazed afay, vhen, sure as plood, 
 Down coom de eagle in de mud. 
 
 " O was ist das ?" said Maxerl Schmit : 
 " Vhy ! dat s de eagle vot you hit. 
 You kills him vhen you plaze afay ; 
 Boot dat s a ding you nix verstay. 
 
38 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " Und you moost go to make dem balls 
 To de Wolfs Glen vhen mitnight vails. 
 Dow knows t de shpot alone und late " 
 " Oh ja I knows him ganz foost-rate ! 
 
 " Boot denn I does not like to co 
 
 Among dem dings." Says Kasp, " Ach, sho ! 
 
 I 11 help you fix dem tyfel chaps, 
 
 Like a goot veller dake some schnapps ! " 
 
 ("Hilf Zamiel ! hilf !) " Here, dake some more !" 
 Denn Kasp vent shtompin roundt de vloor, 
 Und coomed his hoompugs ofer Schmit, 
 Dill Max saidt, " Nunich gehe mit !" 
 
 All in de finster mitternocht, 
 Vhen oder folk in shleep vas lockt, 
 Down in de Wolfschlucht, Kasp tid dry 
 His tyfel-strikes und Hexery. 
 
 Mit skools und pones he mate a ring, 
 De howls und shpooks pegin to sing, 
 Und all the tyfels oonder croundt 
 Coom preakin loose und rooshin roundt 
 
 Denn Maxerl cooms along : says he, 
 " Mein Gott ! vot dings ish dis I see ! 
 I dinks de fery tyfel und all 
 Moost help to make dem magic ball. 
 
DER FREISCHUTZ. 39 
 
 " I vish dat I had nix cum raus, 
 Und shtaid mineself in bett to house." 
 "Hilf Zamiel!" cried Kasp; "you whelp 
 You red Dootch tyfel coom und help ! " 
 
 Denn oop dere coomed a tredfull shdorm, 
 De todtengrips aroundt tid schvarm ; 
 De howl shoomped oop und flopt his vings 
 Und toorned his het like avery dings. 
 
 Oop droo de croundt dere coomed a pot 
 Mit leadt, und dings to make de shot ; 
 Und hoellisch fire in grimson plaze, 
 Und awful schmells like Schweitzer kase. 
 
 Agross de scene a pine-shtick flew 
 Mit seferal shail-pirds vastened to ; 
 Six treadtful shail-pirds mit deir vings 
 Tied to de shticks mit magic shtrings. 
 
 All droo de air, all in a row, 
 Die wilde Jagd vas seen to go ; 
 De hounds und teer all mate of pone, 
 Und hoonted py a skilleton. 
 
 Dere coomed a tredful shpecdre pig, 
 Who, shpitten fire afay, tid dig ; 
 Und fiery drocks und tyfel-shnake 
 A scootin droo de air tid preak, 
 
40 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Boot Kaspar tidn t mindt dem alls, 
 Boot casted out de pullet balls ; 
 Six vas to go ash he vouldt like, 
 De sevent moost for de tyfel shtrike. 
 
 Ad last, oopon de drial tay, 
 De gals cot roundt so nice und gay, 
 Und denn dey goed und maked a tantz, 
 Und singed apout de Jungfernkranz. 
 
 Und denn der Hertshog dat s der Duke 
 Cooms doun und dinks he 7 11 dake a look : 
 " Young mans," to Maxerl denn saidt he, 
 " Shoost shoot dem dove oopon dat dree !" 
 
 Denn Maxerl pointed mit de bix, 
 "Potzblitz !" says he, " dat dove I ll fix I 1 
 He fired his rifle at de Taub\ 
 When Kass rollt ofer in de Staub. 
 
 De pride she failed too in de doost, 
 De gals dey cried, de men dey coossed : 
 Der Hertshog says, " Id s fery glear 
 Dat dere has peen some tyfels here ! 
 
 " Und Max has shot mit tyfels-blei ! 
 Pfui ! die verfluchte Hexerei ! 
 O Maximilian ! O Du 
 Gehst nit mit rechten Din gen zu !" 
 
DER FREISCHUTZ. 41 
 
 Boot denn a hermits coomed in late ; 
 Says he, " I 11 fix dese dings foostrate :" 
 Und telled der Hertsbog dat yung men 
 Vill raise der Tyfel now und denn. 
 
 De Duke forgifed de Kaspar dann, 
 Und mate of him a Yaegersmann, 
 Vhat shoodts mit bixen goon, und pfeil, 
 Und talks apout de Waidmannsheil. 
 
 Und denn de pride she coomed to life, 
 Und cot to pe de Maxerl s vife ; 
 Denn all de beoples gried " Hoorah ! 
 Das ist recht brav ! und hopsasa !" 
 
 MORAL. 
 
 Py dis dings may pe oondershtood 
 Dat vhat is pad vorks ofden goot : 
 
 Or, Maximilia Maximil- 
 
 ibus curantur if you will. 
 
WIN GEIST. 
 
 6# STOOMPLED oud ov a dafern, 
 jyl Berauscht mit a gallon of wein, 
 ^=^ Und I rooshed along de strassen, 
 Like a derriple Eberschwein. 
 
 Und like a lordly boar-big, 
 
 I doomplet de soper folk ; 
 Und I trowed a shtone droo a shdreed lamp 
 
 Und bot of de classes I proke. 
 
 Und a gal vent roonin bast me, 
 
 Like a vild coose on de vings, 
 Boot I gatch her for all her skreechin , 
 
 Und giss her like efery dings. 
 
 Und denn mit an board und a parell, 
 
 I blay de horse-viddle a biece, 
 Dill de neighbours shkreem "deat I" und "murder!" 
 
 Und holler aloudt "bolice!" 
 
VVEIN GEIST. 43 
 
 Und vhen der crim night waechter 
 Says all of dis foon moost shtop, 
 
 I oop mit mein oomberella, 
 Und schlog him ober de kop. 
 
 I leaf him like tead on de bavemend, 
 Und roosh droo a darklin lane, 
 
 Dill moonlighd und tisdand musik, 
 Pring me roundt to my soul again. 
 
 Und I sits all oonder de linden, 
 De hearts-leaf linden dree ; 
 
 Und I dink of de quick gevanisht lofe 
 Dat vent like de vind from me. 
 
 Und I voonders in mine dipsyhood, 
 If a damsel or dream vas she ! 
 
 Dis life is all a lindens 
 
 Mit holes dat show de plue, 
 
 Und pedween de finite pranches 
 Cooms Himmel-light shinin troo. 
 
 De blaetter are raushlin o er me, 
 
 Und efery leaf ish a fay, 
 Und dey vait dill de windsbraut comet, 
 
 To pear dem in Fall afay. 
 
44 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Denn I coomed to a rock py der rifer, 
 Vhere a stein ish of harpe form, 
 
 Jahrdausand in, oiid, it standet 
 Und nopody blays but de shtorm. 
 
 Here, vonce on a dimes, a vitches, 
 Soom melodies here peginned, 
 
 De harpe ward all zu steine, 
 Die melodie ward zu wind. 
 
 Und so mit dis tox-i-gation, 
 Vitch hardens de outer Me ; 
 
 Ueber stein and schwein, de weine 
 Shdill harps oud a melodie. 
 
 Boot deeper de Ur-lied ringet , 
 Ober stein und wein und svines. 
 
 Dill it endeth vhere all peginnet, 
 Und alles wird ewig zu eins, 
 
 In de dipsy, treamless sloomper 
 Vhich units de Nichts und Seyns. 
 
 Und im Mondenlicht it moormoors, 
 Und it burns by waken wein, 
 
 In Madchenlieb or Schnapsenrausch 
 Das Absolut ist dein. 
 
SCHNITZERL S PHILOSOPEDE. 
 
 Die Speer die er thut fuhren 
 
 die ist sehr gross und lang, 
 Das sollt du glauben mire, 
 
 gemacht von Vogelgsang. 
 Sein Ross das ist die Heide, 
 
 das sollt du glauben mir, 
 Darauf er nun thut reiten, 
 
 fiihrwahr das sag ich dir. 
 
 Ein schon nerr Lied von dent Maiund 
 von dem Herbst. i6th century. 
 
 I. 
 
 PROLOGUE. 
 
 ERR SCHNITZERL make a ph losopede, 
 
 Von of de pullyest kind ; 
 It vent mitout a vheel in front, 
 
 And hadn t none pehind. 
 Von vheel vas in de mittel, dough, 
 
 And it vent as sure ash ecks, 
 For he shtraddled on de axel dree, 
 Mit der vheel petween his leeks. 
 
 Und vhen he vant to shtart it off 
 
 He paddlet mit his feet, 
 Und soon he cot to go so vast 
 
 Dat efery dings he peat 
 
46 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 He run her out on Broader shtreed, 
 He shkeeted like der vind, 
 
 Hei ! how he bassed de vancy crabs, 
 And lef dem all pehind 1 
 
 De vellers mit de trottin nags 
 
 Pooled oop to see him bass ; 
 De Deutschers all erstaunished saidt : 
 
 " Potztausend ! Was ist das ? " 
 Boot vaster shtill der Schnitzerl flewed 
 
 On mit a ghastly shmile ; 
 He tidn t toouch de dirt, py shings ! 
 
 Not vonce in half a mile. 
 
 Oh, vot ish all dis eart ly pliss ? 
 
 Oh, vot ish man s soocksess ? 
 Oh, vot ish various kinds of dings ? 
 
 Und vot ish hobbiness ? 
 Ve find a pank node in de shtreedt, 
 
 Next dings der pank ish preak ! 
 Ve foils, and knocks our outsides in, 
 
 Vhen ve a ten shtrike make. 
 
 So vas it mit der Schnitzerlein 
 
 On his philosopede. 
 His feet both shlipped outsidevard shoost 
 
 Vhen at his exdra shpeed. 
 
SCHNITZERVS .PHIL OSOPEDE. 47 
 
 He felled oopon der vheel of coorse ; 
 
 De vheel like blitzen flew ! 
 Und Schnitzerl he vos schnitz in vact, 
 
 For id shlished him grod in two. 
 
 Und as for his philosopede, 
 
 Id cot so shkared, men say, 
 It pounded onward till it vent 
 
 Ganz tyfelwards afay. 
 Boot vhere ish now der Schnitzerl s soul ? 
 
 Vhere dos his shbirit pide ? 
 In Himmel droo de endless plue, 
 
 It takes a medeor ride. 
 
 II. 
 
 HANS BREITMANN AND HIS PHILOSOPEDE. 
 
 Vhen Breitmann hear dat Schnitzerl 
 
 Vas quardered into dwo, 
 Und how his crate philosopede 
 
 To m tyfel had peen flew, 
 He dinked und dinked so heafy, 
 
 Ash only Deutschers can, 
 Denn saidt, " Who mighdt peliefet 
 
 Dish is de ent of man ? " 
 
48 BREITMANtf BALLADS. 
 
 " De human souls of beoples 
 
 Exisdt in deir ide es, 
 Und dis of Wolfram Schnitzerl 
 
 Mighdt drafel many vays. 
 In his Bestimmung des Menschen 
 
 Der Fichte makes pelieve, 
 Dat ve brogress oon-endtly 
 
 In vhat pehindt ve leave. 
 
 * De shparrow falls ground-downvarts. 
 
 Or drafels to de West ; 
 De shparrows dat coom afder, 
 
 Bild shoost de same oldt nest. 
 Man had not vings or fedders, 
 
 Und in oder dings, tis set, 
 He tont coom up to shparrows, 
 
 But on nests he goes ahet. 
 
 " O ! vliest dou droo bornin vorldts, 
 
 Und nebuloser foam, 
 By monsdrous mitnight shiant forms, 
 
 Or vhere red tyfels roam ; 
 Or vhere de ghosdts of shky-rockets 
 
 Peyond creation flee ? 
 Vhere e er dou art, O Schnitzerlein, 
 
 Crate Saindt ! Look town on me ! 
 
SCHNITZERL S PHILOSOPEDE. 49 
 
 " Und deach me how you maket 
 
 Dat crate philosopede, 
 Vhich roon dwice six mals vaster 
 
 Ash any Arap shteed. 
 Und deach me how to stonish volk, 
 
 Und knock dem oud de shpots. 
 Coom pack to eart , O Schnitzerlein, 
 
 Und pring id down to dots !" 
 
 Shoost ash dish vordt vent outvarts, 
 
 Hans dinked he saw a vlash, 
 Und oonterwards de dable 
 
 He doompelt mit a crash. 
 Und to him, moong de glasses, 
 
 Und pottles ash vas proke, 
 Mit his het in a cigar-box, 
 
 A foice from Himmel shpoke : 
 
 " Adsum, Domine Breitmann ! 
 
 Herr Copitain, here I pe ! 
 So dell me rite honeste, 
 
 Qiiare inquietasti me ? 
 Te video inter spoonibus, 
 
 Et largis glassis too, ^ 
 
 Cerevisia repletis, 
 
 Sicut percussus tonitru!" 
 
50 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Denn Breitmann ansver Schnitzerl ; 
 
 " Coarctor nimis, see ! 
 Siquidem Philisliim 
 
 Pugnant adversum me. 
 Ergo vocavi te, 
 
 Ash Saul vocavit Sam- 
 Uel, ut mi ostenderes 
 
 Quid teufelfaa am ? " 
 
 Denn de shpirit (in Lateinisch) 
 
 Saidt "Bene, dat s de talk, 
 Non habes in hoc shanty, 
 
 A shingle et some chalk ? 
 Non video inkum nee calamos 
 
 (I shpose some bummer shdole em), 
 Levate oculos tuos, son, 
 
 Et aspice ad linteolum ! " 
 
 Denn Breitmann see de biece of chalk 
 
 Vhich riset vrom de vloor, 
 Und signed a fine philosopede 
 
 Alone, oopon de toor. 
 De von dat Schnitzerl fobricate, 
 
 Und oonderneat he see ; 
 Probate inter equitibns 
 
 (Try dis in de cavallrie). 
 
SCHNITZERUS PHILOSOPEDE. 
 
 Der Breitmann shtood oop from de vloor, 
 
 Und leanet on a post ; 
 Und saidt : " If dis couldt, shouldt hafe peen, 
 
 Dat vouldt, mighdt peen a ghosdt ; 
 Boot if id pe nouomenon, 
 
 Phenomenoned indeed, 
 Or de soobyectif objectified, 
 
 I fe cot de philosopede." 
 
 Denn out he seekt a plackschmit, 
 
 Ash vork in iron-steel, 
 To make him a philosopede 
 
 Mit shoost an only vheel. 
 De dings vas maket simple, 
 
 Ash all crate ide es shouldt pe, 
 For tvas noding boot a gart-vheel, 
 
 Mit a dwo-feet axel dree. 
 
 De dimes der Breitmann doomple, 
 
 In learnin for to ride, 
 Vas ofdener ash de sand-crains 
 
 Dat rollen in de tide. 
 De dimes he cot oopsettet, 
 
 In shdeerin left und righdt, 
 Vas ofdener ash de cleamin shdars, 
 
 Dat shtud de shky py night. 
 
BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Boot de vorstest of de veadures 
 
 In dis von-vheel horse, you pet, 
 Ish dat man couldt go so nicely, 
 
 Pefore he get oopset. 
 Some dimes he co like plazes, 
 
 Und doom her, extra-fine ; 
 Und denn shlop ofer dis is hot 
 
 Hafe kill der Schnitzerlein. 
 
 Soosh droples ash der Breitmann hafe, 
 
 To make dis Vention go, 
 Vas nefer seen py mordal man, 
 
 Oopon dis vorldt pelow. 
 He doomplet righdt he doomplet left, 
 
 He hafe a dousand doomps ; 
 Dere nefer vas a gricket ball 
 
 Ash get soosh fernal boomps. 
 
 Boot ash he d shvearet he d poot it droo, 
 
 He shvear t it moost pe tone ; 
 Dough he schimpft und fluent gar lasterlich, 
 
 He visht he t ne er pegun. 
 Mit " Hagel ! Blitz ! Kreuz-sakrament ! " 
 
 He maket de Houser ring, 
 Und vish der Schnitzerl vas in hell, 
 
 For deachin him dis ding. 
 
SCHNITZERLS PHILOSOPEDE. 53 
 
 Nun-goot ! At lasht he cot it, 
 
 Und peautifool he goed, 
 " Dis day," saidt he, " I 11 stonish folk 
 
 A ridin in de road. 
 Dis day, py shings ! I 11 do it, 
 
 Und knock dings oud of sight : " 
 Ach weh ! for Breitemann dat day 
 
 Vas not be-markt mit vhite. 
 
 De noombers of de Deutsche volk, 
 
 Dat coomed dis sighdt to see, 
 I dink, in soper earnst-hood, 
 
 Mighdt not ge-reckonet pe. 
 For miles dey shtoodt along de road, 
 
 Mein Gott ! boot dey wer n dry ; 
 Dey trinket den lager-bier shops out, 
 
 Pefore der Hans coom py. 
 
 Vhen all at vonce drementous gries 
 
 De feiy coondry shook, 
 Und beople s shkreemt, " Da ist er ! Schau ! 
 
 Here cooms der Breitmann, look ! " 
 Mein Gott ! vas efer soosh a sighdt ! 
 
 Vas efer soosh a gry ! 
 Vhen like a brick-pat in a vighdt, 
 
 Der Breitemann roosh py ? 
 
BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Oh mordal man ! Vhy ish idt, dou 
 
 Hast passion to go vast ? 
 Vhy ish id dat te tog und horse 
 
 Likes shbeed too quick to lasht ? 
 De pugs, de pirds, de pumple-pees, 
 
 Und all dat ish, tvouldt seem, 
 Ish nefer hobby boot, exsepdt, 
 
 Vhen pilin on de shdeam. 
 
 Der Breitmann flew ! Von mighdy gry 
 
 Ash he vent scootin bast ; 
 Von derriple, drementous yell ; 
 
 Dat day de virst und lasht. 
 Vot ha ! Vot ho ! Vhy ish it dus ? 
 
 Vhot makes dem shdare aghasht ? 
 Vhy cooms dat vail of vild deshbair ? 
 
 Ish somedings cot ge-shmasht ? 
 
 Yea, efen so. Yea, ferily, 
 
 Shbeak, soul ! it ish dy biz ! 
 Der Breitmann shkeet so vast along 
 
 Dey fairly heard him whizz. 
 Vhen shoost oopon a hill-top point 
 
 It caught a pranch ge-bent, 
 Und like an apple from a shling, 
 
 Afay Hans Breitmann vent. 
 
SCHNITZERES PHILOSOPEDE. 55 
 
 Vent droo de air an hoondert feet 
 
 Allowin more or lees : 
 Denn, pob -pob pob a mile or dwo 
 
 He rollet along I guess. 
 Say hast dou seen a gannon ball 
 
 Half shpent, shtill poundin on, 
 Like made of gummi-lasticum ? 
 
 So vent der Breitemann. 
 
 Dey bick him oop dey pring him in, 
 
 No wort der Breitmann shboke. 
 Der doktor look he shwear erstaunt 
 
 Dat nodings ish peen proke. 
 " He rollt de rocky road entlang, 
 
 He pounce o er shtock und shtone, 
 You d dink he d knocked his outsites in, 
 
 Yet nefer preak a pone !" 
 
 All shtill Hans lay, bevilderfied 
 
 He seemt not mind de shaps, 
 Nor mofed oontil der medicus 
 
 Hafe dose him veil mit schnapps. 
 De schmell voke oop de boetry 
 
 Of tays vhen he vas yoong, 
 Und he murmulte de fragmends 
 
 Of an sad romantish song : 
 
56 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " Ash sommer pring de roses 
 
 Und roses pring de dew, 
 So Deutschland gifes de maidens 
 
 Who fetch de bier for you. 
 Komm Maidelein ! rothe Waengelein ! 
 
 Mit wein-glass in your paw ! 
 Ve 11 get troonk among de roses, 
 
 Und lie soper on de shtraw ! 
 
 " Ash vinter pring de ice-wind 
 
 Vitch plow o er Burg und hill, 
 Hard times pring in de landlord, 
 
 Und de landlord pring the pill. 
 Boot sing Maidelein rothe Waengelein ! 
 
 Mit wein-glass in your paw ! 
 Ve 11 get troonk among de roses, 
 
 Und lie soper on de shtraw ! " 
 
 Dey dook der Breitmann homewarts. 
 
 Boot efer on de vay 
 He nefer shpeaket no man, 
 
 Und nodings else couldt say, 
 Boot, " Maidelein rothe Waengelein 1 
 
 Mit wein-glass in her paw, 
 Ve 11 get troonk among de roses, 
 
 Und lie soper on de shtraw ! " 
 
SCHNITZERUS PHILOSOPEDE. 57 
 
 Dey laid der Hans im bette, 
 
 Peneat de eider doun, 
 Und sembelet all de doktors 
 
 Who doktor in de town, 
 Dat ish, de Deutsche Aertzte, 
 
 For Breitmann alvays says, 
 De Deutschers ish de onlies 
 
 Mit originell ide es. 
 
 Der vas Doktor Moritz Schlinkenschlag, 
 
 Dat vork ash Cafe opath, 
 Und de learned Cobus Schoepfskopf, 
 
 Who use de milchy bath ; 
 Und Korschalitschky aus Boehmen, 
 
 Vhat cure mit slibovitz, 
 Und Wechselbalg, der Preusse, 
 
 Who only tend to fits. 
 
 Dere vas Strobbich aus W T estfalen, 
 
 Who mofe all eart ly ills 
 Mit concentrirter Schinken juice, 
 
 Und Pumpernickel pills. 
 Und a bier-kur man from Munich, 
 
 Und a grape-curist from Rhein, 
 Und von who shkare tiseases 
 
 Mit a dose of Schlesier-wein. 
 
53 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 So dey meet in consooldation, 
 
 Mit Doktor Winkeleck, 
 Who practise "renovation" 
 
 Mit sauer-kraut und speck. 
 Und dat no man shouldt pe shlightet, 
 
 Or dreatet ash a ttmce, 
 Dey greed to dry deir sysdems 
 
 Oopon Breitmann all at vonce. 
 
 Dat ish, mit de exscepdion 
 
 Of gifin Schlesier-wein : 
 For de remedy vas dangerfull 
 
 For von who trink from Rhein. 
 Ash der Teufel vonce deklaret, 
 
 Vhen he taste it on a shpree, 
 Dat a man, to trink soosh liquor, 
 
 Moost a porn Silesian pe. 
 
 So dey all vent los at Breitmann, 
 
 Und woonderfool to dell, 
 He coom to his Gesundheit, 
 
 Und pooty soon cot veil. 
 Some hinted at Natura, 
 
 Mit her olt vis sanatrix, 
 Boot cash doktor shvore he curet him, 
 
 Und de rest vere taugenix. 
 
SCHNITZERLS PHILOSOPEDE. 59 
 
 I know not vot der Breitmann 
 
 More newly has pegun ; 
 Boot dey say he talks day-dayly 
 
 Mit Dana of de Sun. 
 Dey talk in Deutsch togeder, 
 
 Und volk say de end vill pe, 
 Philosopedal shanges 
 
 In de Union Cavallrie. 
 
 Gott helf de howlin safage ! 
 
 Gott helf de Indi-an ! 
 Should t Breitmann shorn his forces 
 
 Mit Sheneral Sheridan ! 
 Und denn, to sing his braises, 
 
 I 11 write anoder lied : 
 Hier hat dis dale an ende, 
 
 Of Breitmann s Philosopede I 
 
DIE SCHONE WITTWE. 
 
 (DE POOTY VIDO\V.) 
 
 I. 
 VOX DE YANKEE CHAP SUNG. 
 
 | AT pooty liddle vidow 
 
 Vot ve dosh nt vish to name, 
 Ish still leben on dat liddle shtreet, 
 
 A-doin shoost de same. 
 De glerks aroundt de gorners 
 
 Somedimes goes round to zee 
 How die tarlin liddle vitchy ees, 
 
 Und ask er how she pe, 
 Dey lofes her ver goot liquosr, 
 Dey lofes her liddle shtore ; 
 Dey lofes her little paby, 
 
 But dey lofes die vidow more. 
 
 The author does not know who wrote the first part of " Die Schone 
 Wittwe." It appeared about 1856, and "went the round of the 
 papers," accumulating as it went several additions or rejoinders, one 
 of which was that by Hans Breitmann. 
 
DIE SCHONE WITTWE. 61 
 
 To dalk mit dat shveet vidow, 
 
 Ven she hands das lager round, 
 Vill make der shap dat does id 
 
 Pe happy, ve 11 be pound. 
 Dat ish if we can veil pelieve 
 
 De glerks vat drinks das beer, 
 Who goes in dere for noding elshe, 
 
 Put simply for to zee her." 
 
 n. 
 
 HOW DER BREITMANN CUT HIM OUT. 
 
 Oh yes I know die wittwe, 
 
 Mit eyes so prite und proun ! 
 She s de allerschoenste wittwe 
 
 Vot live in dis here down. 
 In her plack silk gown mine grashious !- 
 
 All puttoned to de neck 
 Und a pooty liddle collar, 
 
 Mitout a shpot or shpeck. 
 Ho ! clear de drack you oder/raus 
 
 You cant pegin to shine 
 Vhen de lofely vidder cooms along 
 
 Dis vidder ash ish mine ! 
 Ho ! clear de drack you Yankee chaps, 
 
 You Englishers und sooch. 
 
62 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 You cant pegin to coot me out, 
 
 Mitout you dalks in Dootch. 
 Ich hab die schoene wittwe 
 
 Schon lange nit gesehn, 
 Ich sah sie gestern Abend 
 
 Wohl bei dem Counter stehn. 
 Die Wangen rein wie Milch and Blut, 
 
 Die Augen hell und klar. 
 Ich hab sie sechsmal auch gekusst 
 
 Potztausend ! das ist wahr.* 
 
 * I had not seen for many days 
 
 The handsome widow s face; 
 I saw her last night standing 
 
 By her counter, full of grace. 
 With cheeks as pure ?.s milk and blood, 
 
 With eyes so bright and blue, 
 I kissed her full well six times, 
 
 Indeed, and that is true. 
 
BREITMANN IN BATTLE. 
 
 "TUNC TAPFRE AUSFUHRERE STREITUM ET RITTRIS DIGNUM 
 POTUERE ERJAGERE LOBUM." 
 
 " Hiltibraht enti Hadubrant." 
 
 DER FADER UND DER SON.* 
 
 DINKS I ll go a vightin " outshpoke der Breite- 
 
 mann, 
 " It s eighdeen hoonderd fordy-eight since I kits 
 
 swordt in hand ; 
 
 Dese fourdeen years mit Hecker all roostin I haf been, 
 Boot now I kicks der Teufel oop and goes for sailin in." 
 
 " If you go land out-ridin ," said Caspar Pickletongue, 
 "Foost ding you knows you cooms across some repels 
 
 prave and young, 
 
 Away down Sout in Tixey, dey 11 split you like a clam "- 
 " For dat," spoke out der Breitmann, " I doos not gare one 
 
 tarn! 
 
 * This ballad is a parody of Das Hildebrandslied. Consult Wacker- 
 nagel s Lesebuch, and Das kleine Heldenbuch. 
 " Ich vill zum Land ausreiten, 
 Sprach sich Maister Hilteprand." 
 
64 B RE IT MA NN BALL A DS. 
 
 " Who der Teufel pe s de repels, und vhere dey kits deir 
 
 sass? 
 If dey make a run on Breitmann he ll soon let oat de 
 
 gas; 
 
 I 11 shplit dem like kartolfels : I 11 shlog em on de kop ; 
 I 11 set de plackguarts roonin so, dey don t know vhere to 
 
 shtop." 
 
 Und den outshpoke der Breitmann, mit his schlaeger py his 
 
 side : 
 
 " Forvarts, my pully landsmen ! it s dime to run and ride ; 
 Vill riden, vill vighten der Copitain I ; 11 pe, 
 It s sporn und horn und saddle now all in de Cavallrie ! " 
 
 Und ash dey rode droo Vinchesder, so herrlich to pe seen, 
 Dere coomed some repel cavallrie a riden on de creen ; 
 Mit a sassy repel Dootchman an colonel in gommand 
 Says he, " Vot Teufel makes you here in dis mein Fader- 
 land ? 
 
 "You re dressed oop like a shentleman mit your plack- 
 
 guart Yankee crew, 
 
 You mudsills and meganics ! Der Teufel put you droo ! 
 Old Yank, you ought to shtay at home und dake your liddle 
 
 horn, 
 Mit some oldt voomans for a noorse " der Breitmann laugh 
 
 mit shkorn. 
 
BRE1TMANN IN BA TTLE. 65 
 
 " Und should I trink mein lager beer und roost mine self 
 
 to home ? 
 I fe got too many dings like you to mash beneat my 
 
 thoom : 
 In many a fray und fierce foray dis Dootchman will be 
 
 feared 
 Pefore he stops dis vightin trade twas dere he grayed his 
 
 peard." 
 
 " I pools dat peard out by de roots I gifes him such 
 
 a dwist 
 
 Dill all de plood roons out, you tamned old Apolitionist ! 
 Your creenpacks, mit your swordt und vatch, right ofer 
 
 you moost shell, 
 Und den you goes to Libby straight und after dat to h-11 !" 
 
 " Mein creenpacks and mein schlaeger, I kits ; em in New 
 
 York, 
 
 To gife dem up to creenhorns, young man, is not de talk ; " 
 De heroes shtopped deir sassin here und grossed deir 
 
 sabres dwice, 
 Und de vay dese Deutschers vent to vork vos von pig ding 
 
 on ice. 
 
 Der younger fetch de older such a gottallmachty shmack 
 Der Breitmann dinks he really hears his skool go shplit and 
 crack ; 
 
66 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Der repel shoomps dwelfe paces back, und so he safe his 
 
 life: 
 Der Breitmann says : " I guess dem shoomps, you learns 
 
 dem of your vife." 
 
 " If I should learn of vomans I dinks it vere a shame, 
 Bei Gott I am a shentleman, aristograt, and game. 
 My fader vos anoder I lose him fery young 
 Der Teufel take your soul ! Coom on ! I ; 11 split your 
 vaggin 5 tongue ! " 
 
 A Yankee drick der Breitmann dried dat oldt gray- 
 
 pearded man 
 For ash the repel raised his swordt, beneaf dat sword he 
 
 ran. 
 All roundt der shlim yoong repel s vaist his arms oldt 
 
 Breitmann pound, 
 Und shlinged him down oopon his pack and laidt him on 
 
 der ground. 
 
 " Who rubs against olt kittle-pots may keep vhite if he can, 
 Say vot you dinks of vightin now mit dis oldt shentleman ? 
 Your dime is oop ; you got to die, und I your breest vill pe ; 
 Peliev st dou in Moral Ideas ? If so, I lets you free." * 
 
 * The Republicans in America were for a long time ridiculed by 
 their opponents as if professing to be guided by Moral Ideas, />., 
 Emancipation, Progress, Harmony of Interests, &c. 
 
BREITMANN IN BA TTLE. 67 
 
 " I don t know nix apout ideas no more dan pout Saint 
 
 Paul, 
 
 Since I fe peen down in Tixey I kits no books at all ; 
 I m greener ash de clofer-grass ; I J m shtupid as a shpoon ; 
 I m ignoranter ash de nigs for dey takes de Tribune. 
 
 " Mein fader s name vas Breitmann, I heard mein mutter 
 
 say, 
 
 She read de bapers dat he died after she rooned afay ; 
 Dey say he leaf some broperty berhaps tvas all a sell 
 If I could lay mein hands on it I likes it mighty veil." 
 
 " Und vas dy fader Breitmann ? Bist du his kit und kin ? 
 Denn know dat ich der Breitmann dein lieber Vater 
 
 bin ? " 
 Der Breitmann poolled his hand-shoe off und shocked him 
 
 py de hand ; 
 " Ve 11 hafe some trinks on strengt of dis or else may I 
 
 pe tam d!" 
 
 " Oh ! fader, how I shlog your kop," der younger Breitmann 
 
 said; 
 " I d den dimes sooner had it coom right down on mein 
 
 own headt ! " 
 "Oh, never mind dat soon dry oop I shticks him mit 
 
 a blaster ; 
 If I had shplit you like a fish, dat vere an vorse tisasder." 
 
63 BREITMA NN BA LLA DS. 
 
 Dis fight did last all afternoon wohl to de fesper tide, 
 Und droo de streets of Vinchesder, der Breitmann he did 
 
 ride. 
 
 Vot vears der Breitmann on his hat ? De ploom of fictory ! 
 Who s dat a ridin py his side ? " Dis here s mein son," 
 
 says he. 
 
 How stately rode der Breitmann oop ! how lordly he kit 
 
 down ! 
 How glorious from de great pokal he drink de beer so 
 
 prown ! 
 But der Yunger bick der parrel oop und schwig him all at 
 
 one. 
 " Bei Gott ! dat settles all dis dings I know dou art mein 
 
 son!" 
 
 Der one has got a fader ; de oder found a child. 
 Bofe ride oopon one war-path now in pattle fierce und vild. 
 It makes so glad our hearts to hear dat dey did so suc 
 ceed 
 Und damit hat sein Ende DES JUNGEN BREITMANN s LIED. 
 
BREITMANN IN MARYLAND. 
 
 BREITMANN mit his gompany 
 Rode out in Marylandt. 
 " Dere s nix to trink in dis countrie ; 
 
 Mine droat s as dry as sand. 
 It s light canteen und haversack, 
 It s hoonger mixed mit doorst ; 
 Und if ve had some lager beer 
 I d trink oontil I boorst. 
 
 Cling, glang, gloria ! 
 Ve d trink oontil ve boorst.* 
 
 " Herr Leut nant, take a dozen men, 
 
 Und ride dis land around ! 
 Herr Feldwebel, go foragin 
 
 Dill somedings goot is found. 
 Gotts-donder ! men, go ploonder ! 
 
 Ve hafn t trinked a bit 
 
 * Cling, glang, gloria, was a common refrain in the i6th century, in 
 German drinking songs. 
 
 " Gling, glang, glorian, 
 Die Sau hat em Panzer an." 
 
 Tractatns de EbrietaU Vitanda. 
 
70 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dis fourdeen hours ! If I had beer 
 I ? d sauf oontil I shplit ! 
 
 Gling, glang, gloria ! 
 Ve d sauf oontil ve shplit ! 
 
 At mitternacht a horse s hoofs 
 
 Coom rattlin droo de camp ; 
 " Rouse dere ! coom rouse der house dere ! 
 
 Herr Copitain ve moost tromp ! 
 De scouds have found a repel town, 
 
 Mil repel davern near, 
 A repel keller in de cround, 
 
 Mit repel lager beer ! ! 
 Gling, glang, gloria ! 
 
 All fool of lager beer ! " 
 
 Gottsdonnerkreuzschockschwerenoth! 
 
 How Breitmann broked de bush ! 
 " O let me see dat lager beer ! 
 
 let me at him rush ! 
 
 TInd is mein sabre sharp und true, 
 
 Und is mein var-horse goot ? 
 To get one quart of lager beer 
 
 1 d shpill a sea of ploot. 
 Gling, glang, gloria ! 
 
 I d shpill a sea of ploot. 
 
BREITMANN IN MARYLAND. 7 1 
 
 " Fuenf hoonderd repels hold de down, 
 
 One hoonderd strong are ve ; 
 Who gares a tarn for all de odds 
 
 Vhen men so dirsty pe." 
 And in dey smashed and down dey crashed, 
 
 Like donder-polts dey fly, 
 Rash fort as der vild yaeger cooms 
 
 Mit blitzen droo de shky. 
 Gling, glang, gloria ! 
 
 Like blitzen droo de shky. 
 
 How flewed to rite, how flewed to left 
 
 De moundains, drees, und hedge ; 
 How left und rite de yaeger corps 
 
 Vent donderin droo de pridge. 
 Und splash und splosh dey ford de shtream 
 
 Vhere not some pridges pe : 
 All dripplin in de moondlight peam 
 
 Stracks vent de cavallrie. 
 Gling, glang, gloria ! 
 
 Der Breitmann s cavallrie. 
 
 Und hoory, hoory, on dey rote, 
 
 Oonheedin vet or try ; 
 Und horse und rider shnort and blowed, 
 
 Und shparklin bepples fly. 
 
DREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Ropp ! Ropp ! I shmell de parley-prew ! 
 
 Dere s somedings goot ish near. 
 Ropp ! Ropp ! I scent de kneiperei ; 
 
 Ve Ve got to lager beer ! 
 Gling, glang, gloria ! 
 
 Ve ve got to lager beer ! 
 
 Hei ! how de carpine pullets klinged 
 
 Oopon de helmets hart ! 
 Oh, Breitmann how dy sabre ringed -, 
 
 Du alter Knasterbart ! 
 De contrapands dey sing for shoy 
 
 To see de rebs go down, 
 Und hear der Breitmann grimly gry : 
 
 Hoorah ! ve Ve dook de down. 
 Gling, glang, gloria ! 
 Victoria, victoria ! 
 
 De Dootch have dook de down. 
 
 Mid shout and crash and sabre flash, 
 
 And vild husaren shout 
 De Dootchmen boorst de keller in, 
 
 Und rolled de lager out ; 
 Und in the coorlin 5 powder shmoke, 
 
 Vhile shtill de pullets sung, 
 Dere shtood der Breitmann, axe in hand, 
 
BREITMANN IN MARYLAND. 73 
 
 A knockin out de boong. 
 Gling, glang, gloria ! 
 
 Victoria! Encoria 1 
 De shpicket beats de boong. 
 
 Gotts ! vot a shpree der Breitmann had 
 
 Vhile yet his hand was red, 
 A trinkin lager from his poots 
 
 Among de repel tead.* 
 Tvas dus dey vent at mitternight 
 
 Along der moundain side ; 
 Tvas dus dey help make history ! 
 Dis vas der Breitmann s ride. 
 Gling, glang, gloria ; 
 Victoria ! Victoria ! 
 Cer visia, encoria ! 
 De treadful mitnight ride 
 Of Breitmann s vild Freischarlinger, 
 All famous, broad, und vide. 
 
 * The boot was a favourite drinking cup during the Middle Ages. 
 The writer has seen a boot-shaped mug, bearing the inscription, 
 " Wer . sein . Stiefel . nit . trinken . kan . 
 
 Der . ist . fiirwahr . kein . Teutscher . man." 
 
 There is an allusion to this boot - cup in Longfellow s " Golden 
 Legend," where mention is made of a jolly companion 
 
 " who could pull 
 
 At once a postilion s jack-boot full, 
 
 And ask with a laugh, when that was done, 
 
 If they could not give him the other one." 
 
BREITMANN AS A BUMMER. 
 
 |ER SHENERAL SHERMAN holts oop on his 
 
 coorse, 
 
 He shtops at de gross-road und reins in his horse. 
 " Dere s a ford on de rifer dis day we moost dake, 
 Or elshe de grand army in bieces shall preak ! " 
 Vhen shoost ash dis vord from his lips had gone bast, 
 
 There coomed a young orterly gallopin fast, 
 Who gry mit amazement : " Herr Shen ral ! Goot Lord ! 
 Dat Bummer der Breitmann ish holdin der ford ! " 
 
 Der Shen ral he ootered no hymn und no psalm, 
 
 But opened his lips und he priefly say " D n! 
 
 Dere moost hafe been viskey on dat side der rifer ; 
 
 To get it dose shaps vould set hell in a shiver ; 
 But now dat dey hold it, ride quick to deir aid : 
 
 Ho Sickles ! move promp ly, send down a prigade ! 
 Dat Dootchman moost vork mighty hard mit his sword 
 
 If againsd a whole army he holds to de ford." 
 
BREITMANN AS A BUMMER. 75 
 
 Dey spoored on, dey hoory d on, gallopin shtraight, 
 
 But for Breittmann help coomed shoost a liddle too late, 
 For as de Lauwine goes smash mit her pound, 
 
 So on to de Bummers de repels coom down : 
 Heinrich von Schinkenstein s tead in de road, 
 
 Dieterich Hinkelbein s flat as a toad ; 
 Und Sepperl Tyroler shpoke nefer a vord, 
 
 But shoost "Mutter Goties!" und died in de ford. 
 
 Itsch l of Innspruck ish drilled droo de hair, 
 
 Einer aus Boblingen * he too vash dere 
 Karli of Karlisruh s shot near de fence 
 
 (His horse vash o erloadet mit toorkies und hens), 
 Und dough he like a ravin mad cannibal fought 
 
 Yet der Breitmann der capt n der hero vash caught ; 
 Und de last dings ve saw, he vas tied mit a cord, 
 
 For de repels had goppled him oop at de ford. 
 
 Dey shtripped off his goat und skyugled his poots, 
 Dey dressed him mit rags of a repel recruits ; 
 
 But von gray-haared oldt veller shmiled crimly und bet 
 Dat Breitmann vouldt pe a pad egg for dem yet. 
 
 * The German equivalent for a native of Little Pedlington. It is a 
 Suabian joke, commemorated in a popular song, to inquire in foreign 
 and remote regions, " Is there any good fellow from Boblingen here?" 
 
76 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " He has more on his pipe* as dem vellers allows, 
 He has cardts yet in hand und das Spiel ist nicht aus, 
 
 Dey 11 find dat dey took in der Teufel to board, 
 De day dey pooled Breitmann veil ofer de ford." 
 
 In de Bowery each beer-haus mit crape vas oopdone, 
 
 Vhen dey read in de papers dat Breitmann vas gone ; 
 Und de Dootch all cot troonk oopon lager und wein, 
 
 At the great Trauer-fest of de Turner Verein. 
 Dere vas wein-en mit weinen ven beoplesh did dink 
 
 Dat Sherman s great Sharman cood nefer more trink. 
 Und in Villiam Shtreet veepin und vailen vas hoor d, 
 
 Pecause der Hans Breitmann vas lost at de ford. 
 
 * " Sonst etwas auf dem Rolir habem " something else on the pipe 
 or tube meaning a plan or idea, kept to one s self, is a German 
 proverbial expression, which occurs in one of Langbein s humorous 
 lyrics. 
 
BREITMANN AS A BUMMER. 77 
 
 SECOND PART. 
 
 fN dulce jubilo now ve all sings, 
 A-vaifin de panners like efery dings. 
 De preeze droo de bine-trees ish cooler und salt, 
 
 Und der Shen ral is merry venefer ve halt ; 
 Loosty und merry he schmells at de preeze, 
 Lustig und heifer he looks droo de drees, 
 Lustig und heiter ash veil he may pe, 
 
 For Sherman, at last, has marched down to the sea 
 
 Dere s a gry from de guart dere s a clotter und dramp, 
 
 Vhen dat fery same orterly rides droo de camp 
 Who report on de ford. Dere ish droples and awe 
 
 In de face of de youf apout somedings he saw; 
 Und he shpeak me in Fraentsch, like he always do: " Look ! 
 
 Sagre pleul fentre Tieu! dere ish Breitmann his spook ! 
 He ish goming dis vay ! Nom de garce! * can it pe 
 
 Dat de spooks of de tead men coom down to de sea ! " 
 
 Und ve looks, und ve sees, und ve tremples mit tread, 
 
 For risin all swart on de efenin red 
 * "Nom de garce " as an anagram of nom de grace, occurs in Rabelais. 
 
78 BRE1TMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Vas Johannes der Breitman der war es, bei Gott ! 
 
 Coom ridin to oos-vard, right shtraight to de shpot ! 
 All mouse-still ve shtood, yet mit oop-shoompin hearts, 
 
 For he look shoost so pig as de shiant of de Hartz ; 
 Und I heard de Sout Deutschers say "Ave Morie ! 
 
 Braise Gott all goot shpirids py land und py sea!" 
 
 Boot Itzig of Frankfort he lift oop his nose, 
 
 Und be-mark dat de shpook hat peen changin his clothes. 
 For he seemed like an Generalissimus drest 
 
 In a vlamin new coat und magnificent vest. 
 Six bistols beschlagen mit silber he vore, 
 
 Und a cold mounded swordt like a Kaisar he bore, 
 Und ve dinks dat de ghosdt or votever he pe 
 
 Moost hafe proken some panks on his vay to de sea. 
 
 " Id is he !" " Under Icbt noch!" he lifes, ve all say: 
 
 " Der Breitmann Oldt Breitmann ! Hans Breitmann ! 
 
 Hcrrjcl" 
 Und ve roosh to emprace him, und shtill more ve find 
 
 Dat vherefer he d peen, he d left noding pehind. 
 In bofe of his poots dere vas porte-moneys crammed, 
 
 Mit creen-packs stoof full all his haversack jammed, 
 In his bockets cold dollars vere shinglin deir doons 
 
 Mit dwo doozen votches und four dozen shpoons, 
 Und dwo silber tea-pods for makin his dea, 
 
 Der ghosdt hafe pring mit him, en route to de sea. 
 
BREITMANN AS A BUMMER. 79 
 
 Mit goot sweed-botatoes, und doorkies, und rice, 
 
 Ve makes him a sooper of efery dings nice. 
 Und de bummers hoont roundt apout, alle wie em, 
 
 Dill dey findt a plantaschion mit parrels of wein. 
 Den t vas " Here s to you, Breitrnann ! Alt Schwed"* list 
 zurilck ? 
 
 Vot teufels you makes since dis fourteen nights veek ? " 
 Und ve holds von shtupendous and derriple shpree 
 
 For shoy dat der Breitmann has got to de sea. 
 
 But in fain tid we ashk vhere der Breitmann hat peen, 
 
 Vot he tid ; vot he pass droo or vot he might seen ? 
 Vhere he kits his vine horse, or who gafe him dem woons, 
 
 Und how Brovidence plessed him mit tea-pods und 
 
 shpoons ? 
 For to all of dem queeries he only reblies, 
 
 " If you dells me no quesdions, I ashks you no lies ! " 
 So twas glear dat some derriple mysh dry moost pe 
 
 Vhere he kits all dat ploonder he prings to de sea. 
 
 Dere ish bapers in Richmond dells derriple lies 
 
 How Sherman s grand armee hafe raise deir sooplies : 
 
 For ve readt in brindt dat der Sheneral Grant 
 
 Say de bummers hafe only shoost take vat dey vant. 
 
 * An expression only used in reference to seeing again some jolly eld 
 friend after long absence " Uns kommt der alte Schwed." 
 
8o BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 But tis vhispered dat vhile a refolfer ll go round 
 Der BREITMANN vill nefer a peggin be found ; 
 
 Or shtarvin ash brisner by doonder ! not he, 
 Vhile der Teufel could help him to ged to de sea. 
 
BREITMANN S GOING TO CHURCH. 
 
 "Vides igitur, Collega carissime, visitationem canonicam esse rem baud ita 
 periculosam, sed valde amoenam, si modo vinum, groggio et cibi praesto sunt." 
 
 Novissimae Epistolae Obscurorum Virorum, Berolini 
 F. Berggold, 1869. Epistola xxiii., p. 63. 
 
 | VAS near de state of Nashfille, 
 In de town of Tennessee, 
 Der Breitmann vonce vas quarderd 
 
 Mit all his cavallrie. 
 Der Sheneral kept him glose in gamp, 
 
 He vould nt let dem go ; 
 Dey couldn t shdeal de first plack hen, 
 Or make de red cock crow. 
 
 Und virst der Breitmann vildly shmiled, 
 
 Und denn he madly shvore 
 " Crate h 1, mit shpoons und shinsherbread, 
 
 Can dis pe makin war ? 
 
BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Verdammt pe all der discipline ! 
 
 Verdammt der Sheneral ! 
 Vere I vonce on de road, his will, 
 
 Vere wurst mir und egal.* 
 
 " OK vhere ish all de plazin roofs 
 
 Dat claddened vonce mine eyes ? 
 Und vhere de crand plantaschions 
 
 Vhere ve gaddered many a brize ? 
 Und vhere de plasted shpies ve hung 
 
 A hovvlin loud mit fear ? 
 Und vhere de rascal push-whackers 
 
 Ve shashed like vritened deer ? 
 
 " De roofs are shtandin fast and firm 
 
 Mit repels blottin oonder ; 
 De crand blantaschions lie round loose 
 
 For Morgan s men to ploonder ! 
 
 * Wurst, literally sausage, is used by German students to signify 
 indifference. When a sausage is on the table, and one is asked with 
 mock courtesy which part he prefers, he naturally replies " Why, it is 
 all sausage to me. " I have heard an elderly man in New England reply to 
 the query whether he would have " black meat or breast." "Any part, 
 thank ee I guess it s all turkey! 1 There are, of course, divers ancient 
 and quaint puns in Pennsylvania, on such a word as laurst. Thus it is 
 said that a northern pedlar, in being served with some sausage of an 
 inferior quality, was asked again if he would have some of the luurst. 
 Not understanding the word, and construing it as a slight, he replied 
 to his hostess " No, thank you, marm, this is quite bad enough." 
 The literal meaning of this line, which is borrowed from Scheffel s poem 
 of Perkeo, is " indifferent, and equal, to me." 
 
BREITMANN S GOING TO CHURCH. 83 
 
 De shpies go valkin out und in, 
 
 Ash sassy ash can pe ; 
 Und in de voods de push-whackers 
 
 Are makin foon of me ! 
 
 " Oh vere I on my schimmel grey 
 
 Mein sabre in mem hand, 
 Dey should drack me py de ruins 
 
 Of de houses troo de land. 
 Dey should drack me py de puzzards 
 
 High sailen ofer head, 
 A vollovvin der Breitmann s trail 
 
 To claw de repel dead." 
 
 Outspoke der bold Von Stossenheim, 
 
 Who had the ories of Gott : 
 " O Breitmann, dis ish shoodgement on 
 
 De vays dat you hafe trot. 
 You only lifes to joy yourself, 
 
 Yet you, yourself moost say, 
 Dat self-defelopment requires 
 
 De re ligios Idee." 
 
 Dey sat dem down und argued id, 
 Like Deutschers vree from fear, 
 
 Dill dey schmoke ten pfounds of knaster, 
 Und drinked drei fass of bier. 
 
84 BREITMA NN BA LLA DS. 
 
 Der Breitmann go py Schopenhauer, 
 Boot Veit he had him denn ; 
 
 For he dook him on de angles 
 Of de moral oxygen. 
 
 Der Breitmann low, dat pentence, 
 
 Ish known in efery glime, 
 Und dat to grin und bear it 
 
 Vas.healty und sooplime. 
 " For mine Sout German Catolicks, 
 
 Id vas pe goot, I know ; 
 Likevise dem Nordland Luterans, 
 
 If vonce to shoorsh dey go. 
 
 " Boot how vas id mit oders, 
 
 Who dinks philosophic? 
 I don t begreif de matter," 
 
 Said Stossenheim : " Denn see. 
 De more dat shoorsh disgoostet you, 
 
 Und make despise und bain, 
 De crater merid ish to go, 
 
 Und de crater ish your gain. 
 
 " I know a liddle shoorsh mineself, 
 
 Oopon de Bole Jack road : 
 (De rebs vonce shot dree Federals dere, 
 
 Ash into shoorsh dey goed). 
 
BREITMANN S GOING TO CHURCH. 85 
 
 Dere you might make a bilcrimage, 
 
 Und do id in a tay : 
 Gott only knows vot dings you mighdt 
 
 Bick oop, oopon de vay." 
 
 Denn oop dere shpoke a contrapand, 
 
 Vas at de tent id s toor 
 " Dere s twenty bar ls of whiskey, hid, 
 
 In dat tabernacle, shore. 
 A rebel he done gone and put 
 
 It in de cellar, true, 
 No libin man dat secret knows, 
 
 Cept only me an you." 
 
 Der Stossenheim, he grossed himself, 
 
 Und knelt peside de fence, 
 Und gried : " O Coptain Breitmann, see, 
 
 Die finger Providence." 
 Der Breitmann droed his hat afay, 
 
 Says he, " Pe t hit or miss, 
 I fe heard of miragles pefore, 
 
 Boot none so hunk ash dis." 
 
 " Wohlauf mine pully cafaliers, 
 
 Ve 11 ride to shoorsh to-day, 
 Each man ash hasn t cot a horse 
 
 Moost shteal von, rite afay. 
 
86 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dere s a raw, green corps from Michigan, 
 
 Mit horses on de loose, 
 You men ash vants some hoof-irons, 
 
 Look out und crip deir shoes." 
 
 All brooshed und fixed, de cavallrie 
 
 Rode out py moonen shine, 
 De cotton fields in shimmerin light, 
 
 Lay white as elfenbein. 
 Dey heard a shot close py Lavergne, 
 
 Und men who rode afay, 
 In de road a-velterin in his ploot, 
 
 A Federal picket lay. 
 
 Und all dat he hafe dimes to say, 
 " Vhile shtandin at my post, 
 De guerillas got first shot at me," 
 
 Und so gafe oop de ghost. 
 Denn a contrapand, who helt his head, 
 
 Said : " Sah dose grillers all 
 Is only half a mile from hy ar, 
 
 A dancin at a ball." 
 
 Der Breitmann shpoke and brummed it out 
 
 Ash if his heart tid schvell : 
 " I 11 gife dem music at dat pall 
 
 Vill tantz dem indo hell." 
 
DREITMANN S GOING TO CHURCH. 87 
 
 Hei ! arrow-fast a teufel s ride ! 
 
 De plack man led de vay, 
 Dey reach de house dey see de lights 
 
 Dey heard de fiddle blay. 
 
 Dey nefer vaited for a word 
 
 Boot galloped from de gloom, 
 Und, bang ! a hoonderd carpine shots 
 
 Dey fired indo de room. 
 Oop vent de groans of vounded men, 
 
 De fittlin died away : 
 Boot some of dem vere tead pefore 
 
 De music ceased to blay. 
 
 Denn crack und smack coom scotterin shots 
 
 Troo vindow und troo door, 
 Boot bang and clang de Germans gife 
 
 Anoder volley more. 
 " Dere let em shlide. Right file to shoorsh !" 
 
 Aloudt de orders ran. 
 " I kess I paid dem for dat shot," 
 
 Shpeak grim der Breitemann. 
 
 All rosen red de mornin fair 
 
 Shone gaily o er de hill, 
 All violet plue de shky crew teep 
 
 In rifer, pond, und rill ; 
 
BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 All cloudy grey de limeshtone rocks 
 Coom oop troo dimmerin wood ; 
 
 All shnowy vite in mornin light 
 De shoorsh pefore dem shtood. 
 
 " Now loudet veil de organ, oop, 
 
 To drill mit solemn fear ; 
 Und ring also dat Lurnpenglock 
 
 To pring de beoples here. 
 Und if it prings guerillas down, 
 
 Ve 11 gife dem, py de Lord, 
 De low-mass of de sabre, and 
 
 De high-mass of de cord.* 
 
 " Du, Eberle aus Freiburg, 
 
 Du bist ein Musikant, 
 Top-sawyer on de counterpoint 
 
 Und buster in discant, 
 To dee de soul of musik 
 
 All innerly ish known, 
 Du canst mit might fullenden 
 
 De art of orgel-ton." 
 
 " Derefore, a Miserere 
 
 Vilt dou, be-ghostet, spiel, 
 Und vake be-raise d yearnin, 
 
 Also a holy feel : 
 
 * It was, I believe, Ragnar Lodbrog who, in his Death Song, spoke, 
 about as intelligently and clearly as II err Breitmann, of a mass of weapons. 
 
BREITMANN S GOING TO CHURCH. 89 
 
 Pe referent, men rememper 
 
 Dis ish a Gotteshaus 
 Du Conrad go along de aisles 
 
 Und schenk de whiskey aus !" 
 
 Dey blay crate dings from Mozart, 
 
 Beethoven, und Mehul, 
 Mit chorals of Sebastian Bach 
 
 Sooplime and peaudiful. 
 Der Breitmann feel like holy saints, 
 
 De tears roon down his fuss ; 
 Und he sopped out, "Gott verdammich dis 
 
 1st wahres Kunstgenuss ! "* 
 
 Der Eberld blayed oop so high, 
 
 He maket de rafters ring ; 
 Der Eberle blayed lower, und 
 
 Ve heardt der Breitmann sing 
 Like a dronin wind in piney woods, 
 
 Like a nightly moanin sea : 
 Ash de dinked on Sonntags long agone 
 
 Vhen a poy in Germany. 
 
 Und louder und mit louder tone 
 
 High oop de orgel blowed, 
 Und plentifuller efer yet 
 
 Around de whiskey goed. 
 
 * Is true art-enjoyment. 
 
90 BREITMA NN BA LLA DS. 
 
 Dey singed ash if mit singin, dey 
 Might indo Himmel win : 
 
 I dink in all dis land soosh shprees 
 Ash yet hafe nefer peen. 
 
 Vhen in de Abendsonnenschein, 
 
 Mit doost-clouds troo de door, 
 All plack ash night in golden lighdt 
 
 Dere shtood ein schwartzer Mohr, 
 Dat contrapand so wild und web, 
 
 Mit eye-palls glaring roun, 
 Who cried " For Gott s sake, hoory oop ! 
 
 De reps ish gomin down !" 
 
 Und while he yet was shpeakin, 
 
 A far-off soundt pegan, 
 Down rollin from de moundain 
 
 Of many a ridersmann. 
 Und vhile de waves of musik 
 
 Vere rollin o er deir heads, 
 Dey heard a foice a schkreemin, 
 
 " Pile out of thar, you Feds ! 
 
 " For we uns ar a comin 
 
 For to guv to you uns fits, 
 And knock you into brimstun 
 
 And blast vou all to bits"- 
 
BREITMANWS GOING TO CHURCH. 91 
 
 Boot ere it done ids shpeakin, 
 
 Der vas order in de band, 
 Ash Breitmann, mit an awfool stim 
 
 Out-dondered his gommand. 
 
 Und ash fisch-hawk at a mackarel 
 
 Doth make a splurgin flung, 
 Und ash eagles dab de fish-hawks 
 
 Ash if de gods vere young. 
 So from all de doors and vindows, 
 
 Like shpiders down deir webs 
 De Dootch went at deir horses, 
 
 Und de horses at de rebs. 
 
 Crate shplendors of de treadful 
 
 Vere in dat pattle rush, 
 Crate vights mit swords tmd carpine, 
 
 Py efery fence and bush. 
 Ash panters vight mit crislies 
 
 In famished morder fits 
 For de rebs vere mad ash boison, 
 
 Und de Dootch vere droonk ash blitz. 
 
 Yet vild ash vas dis pattle, 
 
 So quickly vas it o er, 
 O, vhy moost I forefer 
 
 Pestain mine page mit gore ? 
 
92 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Py liddle und py liddle 
 Dey dravved demselfs afay, 
 
 Oft toornin round to vighten 
 Like boofaloes at bay. 
 
 De scatterin shots grew fewer, 
 
 De scatterin gries more shlow, 
 Und furder troo de forest 
 
 Ve beared dem vainter grow. 
 Ve gife von shout "Victoria !" 
 
 Und denn der Breitmann said, 
 Ash he wiped his ploody sabre : 
 
 " Now, poys, count oop your dead ! " 
 
 Oh small had been our shoutin 
 
 For shoy, if ve had known 
 Dat der Stossenheim im oaken wald, 
 
 Lay dyin all alone. 
 Vhile his oldt vhite horse mit droopin het 
 
 Look dumbly on him doun, 
 Ash if he dinked, " Vy lyest dou here 
 
 Vhiie figh tin s goin on ?" 
 
 Und dreams coom o er de soldier 
 
 Slow dyin on de eart ; 
 Of a schloss afar in Baden, 
 
 Of his mutter, und nople birt ! 
 
BREITMANN S GOING TO CHURCH. 93 
 
 Of poverty and sorrow, 
 
 Vhich drofe him like de wind, 
 Und he sighed, " Ach weh for de lofed ones, 
 
 Who wait so far pehind ! 
 
 " Wohl auf, my soul o er de moundains ! 
 
 Wohl auf well ofer de sea ! 
 Dere s a frau dat sits in de Odenwald 
 
 Und shpins, und dinks of me. 
 Dere s a shild ash blays in de greenin grass, 
 
 Und sings a liddle hymn, 
 Und learns to shpeak a fader s name 
 
 Dat she nefer will shpeak to him. 
 
 " But mordal life ends shortly 
 
 Und Heafen s life is long : 
 Wo bist du Breitmann ? glaub eS * 
 
 Gott suffers noding wrong. 
 Now I die like a Christian soldier, 
 
 My head oopon my sword : 
 /// nomine Domini ! " 
 
 Vas Stossenheim his word. 
 
 O, dere vas bitter wailen 
 
 Vhen Stossenheim vas found. 
 Efen from dose dere lyin 
 
 Fast dyin on de ground. 
 
 * Where are thou Breitmann ? Believe it. 
 
94 LREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Boot time vas short for vaiten, 
 De shades vere gadderin dim : 
 
 Und I nefer shall forget it 
 De hour ve puried him. 
 
 De tramp of horse und soldiers 
 
 Vas all de funeral knell ; 
 De ring of sporn und carpine 
 
 Vas all de sacrin bell. 
 Mit hoontin knife und sabre 
 
 Dey digged de grave a span, 
 From German eyes blue gleamin 
 
 De holy water ran. 
 
 Mit moss-grown shticks und bark-thong 
 
 De plessed cross ve made, 
 Und put it vhere de soldier s head 
 
 Towards Germany vas laid. 
 Dat grave is lost mid dead leafs, 
 
 De cross is goned afay : 
 Boot Gott will find der reiter 
 
 Oopon de Youngest Day. 
 
 Und dinkin of de fightin, 
 
 Und dinkin of de dead, 
 Und dinkin of de organ, 
 
 To Nashville, Breitmann led. 
 
BREITMANN S GOING TO CHURCH. 95 
 
 Boot long dat rough oldt Hanserl 
 
 Vas earnsthaft, grim und kalt, 
 Shtill dinkin o er de heart s friend, 
 
 He d left im gruenen wald.* 
 
 De verses of dis boeni 
 
 In Heidelberg I write : 
 De night is dark around me 
 
 De shtars apove are bright. 
 Studenten in den Gassen f 
 
 Make singen many a song ; 
 Ach Faderland ! wie bist du weit ! 
 
 Ach Zeit ! wie bist du lang ! | 
 
 * In the green wood. 
 t Students in the streets. 
 % Oh Fatherland ! how art thou far ! 
 Oh Time ! how art thou long ! 
 
BREITMANN IN KANSAS. 
 
 ONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas 
 ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin 
 apout like efery dings " drcuivit terrain et peram- 
 bulavit earn" ash der Teufel said ven dey ask him : " How 
 vash you und how you has peen ? " 
 
 Von efenings he vas drafel mit some ladies und shendle- 
 mans, und he shtaid incognitus, Und dey singed songs, dill 
 py und py one of de ladies say : " Ish any podies here ash 
 know de crate pallad of Hans Breitmann s Barty?" Den 
 Hans say : " Ecce Gallus ! I am dat rooster ! " Den der 
 Hans dook a trink und a let-bencil und a biece of baper, 
 und goes indo himself a little dimes und den coomes out 
 again mit dis boem : 
 
 Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 
 
 He drafel fast und far ; 
 He rided shoost drei dousand miles 
 
 All in von rail-roat car. 
 
 * Full details of this excursion were published in a pamphlet, entitled 
 "Three Thousand Miles in a Railroad Car," and also in letters written 
 by Mr J. G. Hazzard for the Neiv York Tribune. 
 
BREITMANN IN KANSAS. 97 
 
 He knowed foost rate how far he goed 
 
 He gounted all de vile, 
 Dere vash shoost one bottle of champagne, 
 
 Dat bopped at efery mile. 
 
 Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 
 
 I dell you vot, my poy, 
 You bet dey hat a pully dimes 
 
 In crossin Illinoy. 
 Dey speaked deir speaks to all de folk 
 
 A shtandin in de car ; 
 Den ask dem in to dake a trink, 
 
 Und corned em ganz und gar. 
 
 Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 
 
 By shings ! dey did it prown. 
 When he got into Leafenvort, 
 
 He found himself in town. 
 Dey dined him at de Blanter s House, 
 
 More goot as man could dink ; 
 Mit efery dings on eart to eat, 
 
 Und dwice as mooch to trink. 
 
 Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 
 
 He vent it on de loud. 
 At Ellsvort, in de prairie land, 
 
 He foundt a pully crowd. 
 
98 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 He looked for bleedin Kansas, 
 But dat s " blayed out," dey say ; 
 
 De vhiskey keg s de only dings 
 Dat s bleedin dere to-day. 
 
 Hans Ereitmann vent to Kansas, 
 
 To see vot he could hear. 
 He foundt soom Deutschers dat exisdt 
 
 Py makin lager beer. 
 Says he : " Wie gehts du Alt GescllV 
 
 But nodings could be heard ; 
 Dey d growed so fat in Kansas 
 
 Dat dey couldn t speak a vord. 
 
 Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 
 
 Py shings ! I dell you vot, 
 Von day he met a crisly bear 
 
 Dat rooshed him down, bd Gott ! 
 Boot der Breitmann took und bind der bear 
 
 Und bleased him fery much 
 For efery vordt der crisly growled 
 
 Vas goot Bavarian Dutch ! 
 
 Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ! 
 
 By donder dat is so ! 
 He ridet oout upon de blains 
 
 To shase de boofalo. 
 
BREITMANN IN KANSAS. 99 
 
 He fired his rifle at the bools, 
 
 Und gallop droo de shmoke, 
 Und shoomp de canyons shoost as if 
 
 Der teufel vas a choke ! 
 
 It s hey de trail to Santa Fe * 
 
 It s ho ! agross de plain ; 
 It s lope along de Denver road, 
 
 Until ve toorn again. 
 Und de railroad drafel after us 
 
 Apout as quick as ve ; 
 Dis Kansas ish de fastest land 
 
 Ash efer I did see. 
 
 Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 
 
 He have a pully dime ; 
 But twas in old Missouri 
 
 Dat dey rooshed him up sublime. 
 Dey took him to der Bilot Nob, 
 
 Und all der nobs around ; 
 Dey shpreed him und dey tea d him 
 
 Dill dey roon him to de ground, 
 
 Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas, 
 
 Und made his carpine pop ! 
 Ven he shooted at a drifer man 
 
 To make de wagon shdop. 
 
ioo BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 A noble Tribune shendleman. 
 
 Shoost dodged dat pullet s bore, 
 Und de driver shwore dat soosh a crowd 
 
 He nefer druv pefore. 
 
 Hans Breitmann vent to Kansas ; 
 
 Droo all dis earthly land, 
 A vorkin out life s mission here 
 
 Soobyectifly und grand. 
 Some beoblesh runs de beautiful, 
 
 Some vorks philosophic ; 
 Der Breitmann solfe de infinide 
 
 Ash von eternal shpree 1 
 
HANS BREITMANN S CHRISTMAS. 
 
 Hscc est ilia bona dies 
 Et vocata laeta quies 
 Vina sitientibus. 
 
 Nullus metus, nee labores, 
 Nulla cura, nee dolores, 
 Sint in hoc symposio." 
 
 [Zte Generibus Rbriosormn, Francoforii 
 ad Mcemtm, A.D. 1585. 
 
 vas on Weihnachtsabend vot Christmas Efe dey 
 
 Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen tid rent de Musik 
 
 Hall; 
 Ash de Breitmen imd die vomen who vere in de Lieder- 
 
 kranz 
 Vouldt blend deir souls in harmonic to have a bleasin 
 
 tantz. 
 
 Dey reefed de Hall mid pushes so nople to pe seen, 
 Aroundt Beethoven s buster dey on-did a garlandt creen : 
 De laties vork like teufels dwo tays to scroob de vloor, 
 Und hanged a crate serenity mit WILLKOMM ! oop de toor ! 
 
J02 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Und vhile (jiere vas a Schwein-blatt whose redakteur tid say, 
 Dat Breitmanr, he vas liederlich : ve ant-worded dis-a way, 
 Ve maked anoder serenity mid ledders plue und red : 
 " Our Leader lick de repels! N.G." (enof gesaid.) 
 
 Und anoder serene dransbarency ve make de veller baint, 
 Boot de vay he potch und vertyfeled id, vas enof to shvear 
 
 a saint. 
 For ve vanted LA GERMANIA; boot der ardist mit a 
 
 bloonder, 
 Vent und vlorished LAGER agross id und denn poot MANIA 
 
 oonder ! 
 
 " Now ve moost pe guest-friendlich," said Breitemann, 
 
 said he ; 
 
 " Und shoot te toor vide oben, for beople all to see. 
 Four elemends indernally unided make a punsch ; 
 Boot id dakes a tausend fellers vhen you gifes dem freie 
 
 lunsch." 
 
 Und as Ghristmas Efe vas gekommen, de beoplesh weren 
 
 im Hall ; 
 
 I shvears you id vas Gott-full dat shplendit, peglory d ball ; 
 Ve hat foon wie der Taifel in Frankreich ve coot oop like 
 
 der teufel in France, 
 Und valk pair-wise in, vhile de musik blayed loudt de 
 
 Fackel-Tanz. 
 
HANS BREITMANWS CHRISTMAS. 193 
 
 Boot vhen de valtz shtrike oopwart ve most went out of fits, 
 Ash der Breitmann led off on a dwister mit de lofely 
 
 Helmine Schmitz. 
 He valtz yoost like he vas shtandin shtill mit a peaudiful 
 
 solemn shmile, 
 Und Helmine say he nefer shtop poussiren alia weil. 
 
 " Es tcent, es rauschet Saitenklang I hear de musik call 
 Den kerzenhellen Saal entlang all droo de gleamin Hall. 
 O itiKcht ich schweben stolz undfroh O mighdt I efer pe 
 Mit dir durchs gauze Lcben so ! mine Lebenlang by dee ! " 
 
 Und vaster blay de musik de Wcllen und Wogen von 
 
 Strauss ; 
 
 Und soom drop indo de tantzen, und soom of dem drop aus; 
 Und soon like a shtorm in de Meere I veel de reelin 
 
 vloor, 
 So de shpinners shtop mit de shpinsters, for dey couldn t 
 
 shpin no more. 
 
 Now weren ve all frolic, und lauter guter ding, 
 
 Und dirsty ash a broosh-pinder vhen ve hear some glasses 
 
 ring; 
 Foors mild und sonft in de distants like de song of a 
 
 nightingall, 
 Denn a ringin und rottlin und clotterin ash de Gliick of 
 
 Edenhall ? 
 
1 04 BREITMANN BA LLA DS. 
 
 Hei ! how ve roosh on de liquor ! hei : how de kellners 
 
 coom : 
 Hei ! how ve busted de bier-kegs und poonished de Piinsch 
 
 a la Rhiim. 
 
 Like lonely wafes at mitternight oopon some shiant shore 
 Like an awful shtorm in de Waelder vas de dirsty 
 
 Deutschers roar ! 
 
 I pyed some carts for a dime abiece I pyed shoost fifdy- 
 
 dwo, 
 Dey vere goot for bier, or schnapps, or wein by doonder 
 
 how dey flew ! 
 
 I ring de deck on de vaiters for liquor hot und cool, 
 Und efery dime I blays a cart, py shings, I rake de pool ! * 
 
 Und ash ve trinked so comforble, like boogs in any roog, 
 De trompets blowed tan da ra dd, und dere come in a 
 
 Maskenzug, 
 
 A peaudiful brocession, soul-raisin and sooplime, 
 De marmorbilds of de heroes of de early Sharman dime. 
 
 Dere vent der gros Arminius, mit his frau Thusnelda, doo, 
 De vellers ash lam de Romans dill dey roon mit noses 
 plue; 
 
 * In American-German festivals, cards are sometimes sold by the 
 quantity, which are "good" for refreshments. This is done to avoid 
 trouble in making change. 
 
HANS BREITM ANN S CHRISTMAS. 105 
 
 D-jnn vollowed Quinctilius Varus who carry a Roman yoke, 
 Und arm in arm mit Gambrinus coom der Allemane Chroc. 
 
 Der alte Friedrich Rothbart, und Kaiser Karl der crate, 
 Mit Roland und Uliverus vent shveepin on in shtate ; 
 Und Conradin, whose sad-full deat shtill makes our heartsen 
 
 pleed, 
 Und all ov dem oldt vellers aus dem Nibelungen Lied. 
 
 Und as dey mofed on, der Breitmann maked a tyfeled 
 
 shplendid witz 
 
 In anti-word to dis quesdion from de lofely Mina Schmitz : 
 " Vhy ish id dey always makes in shtone dem vellers so 
 
 andiquadet?" 
 " Vhy dey set in de laps of Ages dill dey got \&$\dated 1 " 
 
 Und shoost as de last of dis hisdory hat fanished droo de 
 
 door, 
 Ve heardt a ge-screech, and Pelz Nickel coom howlin on 
 
 de vloor ; 
 Denn de laties yell like der teufel, und vly like gulls mit 
 
 wings, 
 Und der Pelz Nickel lick em mit svitches, und ve laughet 
 
 like eferydings. 
 
 I nefer hafe sooch laughen before dat I vas geborn ; 
 
 Und Pelz Nickel, vhen tvas ober, he plow on a yaeger horn, 
 
fo6 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Und denounce do all de beople gesembled in de hall : 
 
 " Dat a Christmas dree vas vaiten , mit bresents for oos all !" 
 
 So ve vollowed him into de zimmer so quick ash dese vords 
 
 he said, 
 
 To kit dem peaudiful bresents, all gratis und on de dead ; 
 Und in facdt a shplendid Weihnachtsbaum mit lighds ve 
 
 druly vound, 
 Und liddel kifts dat ge-kostet a benny abiece all round ! 
 
 Dere vas Rika Stange die Dessauerinn a maedchen 
 
 shtraigdt und tall, 
 
 She cot a bicture of Cubid boot she tidnt see it ad all, 
 Dill der Breitmann say, mit his shplendid shtyle dat all de 
 
 laties dake : 
 "Dat pend of de bow ish de Grecian pend dat you so 
 
 ofden make ! " 
 
 Anoder scharmante laity, Maria Top, did cot, 
 A schwingin mit a ribbon, a liddle benny pot ; 
 Boot Breitmann hafe id de roughest of any oder mans, 
 For he kit a yellow gratle mit a liddle vooden Hans. 
 
 Denn next Beethoven s Sinfonie, die orkester tid blay; 
 Adagio allegro andante cantabile. 
 Ve sat in shtill commotion so dat a bin mighdt drops, 
 Und de deers roon town der Breitmann s sheeks, mitwhiles 
 he vas trinkin schnapps. 
 
HANS BREITMANN S CHRISTMAS, 107 
 
 Next dings ve had de Weinnachtstraum ge-sung by de 
 
 Liederkranz, 
 Denn I trinked dwelf schoppens of glee-wine to sed me 
 
 oop for a tantz ; 
 Dis dimes I tanz wie der Teufel we shriek de volk on de 
 
 vloor ; 
 Und boost right indo de sooper room for ve tanzt a 
 
 hole droo de door ! 
 
 Denn twas rowdy tow und hop-sassa, ve hollered, Mann 
 und Weib ; 
 
 " Rip Sam und sed her oop acain ! ve re all of de Shack- 
 daw tribe !" 
 
 Vhen Pelz Nickel plow his tromp vonce more, und peg oos 
 to shtop our din, 
 
 Und droo de oben door dere coomed nine den-pins marchin 
 in. 
 
 Nine vellers tressed like den-pins dey goed to de end der 
 
 hall, 
 Und dwo Hans Wurst, shack-puddin glowns dey rolled at 
 
 em mit a ball. 
 De balls vas paintet peaudiful ; dey was vifdeen feet 
 
 aroundt ; 
 Und de rule ov de came : " whoefer cot hidt, moost doomple 
 
 on de croundt." 
 
loS BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Sometimes dey hit de den-pins sometimes de oder volk 
 Und pooty soon de gompany vas all laid out in shoke ; 
 Boot I dells you vot, it maked oos laugh dill we by-nearly 
 
 shplits, 
 Vhen der Breitmann he roll ofer, und drip oop de Mina 
 
 Schmitz. 
 
 Dis lets itself in Sharman pe foost-rade word-blayed on, 
 Und mongst oos be-gifted vellers you pet dat id vas tone ! 
 How der Breitmann mighdt drafel ash bride-man on de 
 
 roadt dat ish breit und krumm ; * 
 Here de drumpets soundt, and pair-wise v e goed for de 
 
 sooper-room. 
 
 Ve goed for ge-roasted Welsh-hens, ve goed for gespickter 
 
 hare, 
 
 Ve goed for kartoffel salade mit butter brod, kaviar : 
 Ve roosh at de lordtly sauer-kraut und de wurst which 
 
 lofely shine, 
 Und oh, mein Gott im Himmel ! Iww we goed for de Mosel- 
 
 wein ! 
 
 Und troonker more, und troonker yet, und troonker shtill cot 
 
 ve, 
 In rosy lighdt shtill drivin on agross a fairy sea ; 
 
 * Breitmann and bride-man, breit and krumm (bride and groom), or 
 broad and crooked, etc. 
 
HANS BREITMANN S CHRISTMAS, 109 
 
 Denn madder, vilder, frantic-er, I proked a salat dish ! 
 Und shoost like roarin elefants ve tantzed aroundt de tish. 
 
 I fe shvimmed in heafenly droonks pefore boot nefer von 
 
 like dis ; 
 
 De morgen-het-ache only seemt a bortion of de pliss. 
 De vhile in trilling peauty roundt like heafenly vind-harps 
 
 rang 
 A goosh of goldnen melodic de Rheinweinbechers Klang. 
 
 De meltin minnesingers song a droonk of honey d rhyme 
 De b wildrin-dipsy Bardic shants of Teutoburgic dime ; 
 Back to de runic dim Valhall und Balder s foamin 
 
 mead : 
 
 Here ents in heller glorie schein des Breitmann s Weih- 
 
 nachtslied 1 
 
BREITMANN ABOUT TOWN. 
 
 |ER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down, 
 
 Pefore de Fall vas past, 
 Und by der Breitmann drawed he in 
 
 Ash dreimals honored gast. 
 " Led s see de sighdts ! In self und worldt, 
 
 Dere s sighdts for him, to see, 
 Who Selbstanschauungsvermogen hat," 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vented to de Opera Haus, 
 
 Und dere dey vound em blayin , 
 Of Offenbach (der open brook), 
 
 His show spiel Belle Helene. 
 " Dere s Offenbach, Sebastian Bach, 
 
 Mit Kaulbach, dat makes dree : 
 I alvays like sooch brooks ash dese ; " 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
BREITMANN ABOUT TO WN. 1 1 1 
 
 Dey vented to de Bibliothek, 
 
 Vhich Mishder Astor bilt : 
 Some pooks vere only en broschure, 
 
 Und some vere pound und gilt. 
 " Dat makes de gold dat makes de sinn, 
 
 Mit pooks, ash men, ve see, 
 De pest tressed vellers guilt de most : " 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vent to see an edidor, 
 
 Who d shanged his flag und doon, 
 Und crowed oopon der oder side, 
 
 Dat very afdernoon. 
 " De anciends vorshipped wettercocks, 
 
 To wetter fanes pent de knee; 
 Pow down, mein Schwackenhammer, pow ! " 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vented by a panker s hause, 
 
 Und Schwackenhammer shvore, 
 He only vant a pig red shield 
 
 Hoong oop pefore de toor ; 
 One side of red, one side of gold, 
 
 Like de knighds in hisdorie 
 " De schildern of dat schild is rich," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
ii2 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dey vent oonto a bicture sale, 
 
 Of frames wort many a cent, 
 De broperty of a shendleman, 
 
 Who oonto Europe vent. 
 " Dont gry he 11 soon pe pack again 
 
 Mit anoder gallerie : 
 He sells dem cud dwelf dimes a year," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vented to dis berson s house, 
 
 To see his furnidure, 
 Sold oud at aucdion rite afay, 
 
 Berembdory und sure. 
 " He geeps six houses all at vonce, 
 
 Each veek a sale dere pe, 
 Gotts ! vot a dime his vife moost hafe ! "- 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vent to vind a goot cigar, 
 
 Long dimes dey roamed apout, 
 Von veller had a pran new sort, 
 
 De fery latest out. 
 " Mein freund I dinks you errs yourself 
 
 De shmell ish oldt to me ; 
 De Infamias Stinkadores brand," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
BREITMANN ABOUT TOWN. 113 
 
 Dey vented to de virst hotel, 
 
 De prandy make dem creep, 
 A trop of id s enough to make 
 
 A brazen monkey veep. 
 " Dey say a viner house ash dis, 
 
 Vill soon ge-bildet pe, 
 Crate Gott ! vot can dey mean to trink ?" 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vented droo de Irish shtreeds, 
 
 Dey saw vrom haus to haus, 
 Und gountet oop, pout more or less, 
 
 Vive hoondred awful rows. 
 " If all dese liddle vights dey waste, 
 
 Could von crate pattle pe, 
 Gotts ! how de Fenian funds vouldt rise 1" 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vent to see de Ridualisds, 
 
 Who vorship Gott mit viewers, 
 In hobes he 11 lofe dem pack again, 
 
 In winter among de showers. 
 " Vhen de Pacific railroat s done, 
 
 Dis dings imbrofed vill pe, 
 De joss-sticks vill pe santal vood/ 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
i 14 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dey vent to hear a breecher of 
 
 De last sensadion shtyle, 
 Twas nough to make der teufel weep 
 
 To see his " awful shmile." 
 " Vot bities dat der Fechter ne er 
 
 Vas in Theologie, 
 Dey d make him pishop in dis shoorsh," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vent indo a shpordin crib, 
 
 De rowdies cloostered dick, 
 Dey ashk him dell dem vot o glock, 
 
 Und dat infernal quick. 
 Der Breitmann draw d his volver oud, 
 
 Ash gool ash gool couldt pe, 
 " Id s shoost a goin to shdrike six," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vent polid gal meedin s next, 
 
 Dey hear dem rant and rail, 
 Der bresident vas a forger, 
 
 Shoost bardoned oud of jail 
 He does it oud of cratitood, 
 
 To dem who set him vree : 
 " I ds Harmonic of Inderesds," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
BREITMANN ABOUT TOWN. 115 
 
 Dey vent to a clairfoyand witch, 
 
 A plack-eyed handsome maid, 
 She wahrsagt all deir vortunes denn 
 
 "Fife dollars, gents ! " she said. 
 " Dese vitches are nod of dis eart , 
 
 Und yed are on id, I see, 
 Der Shakesbeare knew de preed right veil." 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vented to a restaurand, 
 
 Der vaiter coot a dash ; 
 He garfed a shicken in a vink, 
 
 Und serfed id at a vlash. 
 " Dat shap knows veil shoost how to coot 
 
 Und roon mit poulderie, 
 He vas copitain oonder Turchin vonce," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Dey vented to de Voman s Righds, 
 
 Vhere laties all agrees, 
 De gals should all pe voters, 
 
 Und deir beaux all de votees. 
 " For efery man dat nefer vorks, 
 
 Von frau should vranchised pe : 
 Dat ish de vay I solfe dis ding," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
1 1 6 B RE IT MA NN BALLADS. 
 
 Dey vented oop, dey vented down, 
 
 Tvas like a roarin rifer, 
 De sighds vere here de sighds vere dere 
 
 Und de vorldt vent on forefer. 
 " De more ve trinks, de more ve sees, 
 
 Dis vorldt a derwisch pe ; 
 Das Werden s all von whirling droonk," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 
 I. 
 
 I. THE NOMINATION. 
 
 fHEN ash de var vas ober, und Beace her shnow-wice 
 vings 
 Vas vafin o er de coondry (in shpodts) like efery 
 
 dings ; 
 
 Und heroes vere revardtet, de beople all pegan 
 To say tvas shame dat nodings vas done for Breitemann 
 
 No man wised how id vas shtartet, or vhere der fore shlog 
 
 came, 
 
 Boot dey shveared it vas a cinder, dereto a purnin shame : 
 " Dere is Schnitzerl in de Gustom-House potzblitz ! can 
 
 dis dings be ! 
 Und Breitmann he hafe nodings : vot sighds is dis to see ! 
 
 " Nod de virst ret cendt for Breitmann ! ish dis do pe de 
 
 gry 
 
 On de man dat sacked de repels und trinked dem high und 
 dry? 
 
1 1 8 B RE IT MA NN BA LLA DS. 
 
 By meine Seel I shvears id, und vhat s more I deglares 
 
 id s drue, 
 He vonce gleaned oudt a down in half an our, und shtripped 
 
 id strumpf und shoe. 
 
 " Vhen dey ploondered de down of Huntsville, I dells you 
 
 vot, py tarn ! 
 He burned oop four biano-fords and a harp to roast a 
 
 ham ; 
 Vhen he found de rouge und email de Paris ^ which de laities 
 
 hafe hid in a shpot, 
 He whited his horse all ofer und denn pinked his ears, bei 
 
 Gott! 
 
 " Vhen he found dat a blace was ploonder-fool, he alvays 
 
 tell dem, sure : 
 Men, sack und pack ! I shoots mine eyes for only shoost 
 
 an uhr. 
 Boot if de blace vas fery rich, he vouldt say mit a solemn 
 
 mien : 
 Men I only shleep for von half uhr more ve moost hafe 
 
 tiscipline. 
 
 " He was shoost like Kcenig Etzel, of whom de shdory 
 
 dell, 
 Der Hun who go for de Romans und gif e dem shinin 
 
 hell; 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 1 19 
 
 Only dis dat dey say no grass vouldt crow vhere Etzel s 
 
 horse had trot, 
 Und I really peliefe vhere Breitmann go, de hops shpring 
 
 oop, bei Gott ! " 
 
 If once you tie a dog loose, dere ish more soon geds 
 
 aroundt, 
 Und vhen dis vas shtartedt on Breitmann id was rings 
 
 aroom be-foundt ; 
 Dough vhy he moost hafe somedings vas nod by no means 
 
 glear, 
 Nor tid id, like Paulus confersion, on de snap to all 
 
 abbear ! 
 
 Und, in facdt, Balthazar Bumchen saidt he couldtent nicht 
 
 blainly see 
 
 Vhy a feller for gadderin riches shood dus revartedt pe : 
 Der Breitmann own drei Houser. mit a weinhandle in 
 
 a stohr, 
 Dazu ein Lager-Wirthschaft, und sonst was somedings 
 
 more. 
 
 Dis plasted plackguard none-sense ve couldn t no means 
 
 shtand, 
 From a narrow-mineted shvine s kopf, of our nople captain 
 
 grand : 
 
1 20 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Soosh low, goarse, betty bornirtheit a shentleman deplores ; 
 So ve called him verfluchter Hundsfott, und shmysed him out 
 of toors. 
 
 So ve all dissolfed dat Breitmann shouldt hafe a nomi 
 nation 
 
 To go to de Legisladoor, to make some dings off de nation ; 
 
 Mit de helb of a Connedigut man, in whom ve hafe great 
 hobes, 
 
 Who hat shange his boledics fivdeen dimes, und derefore 
 knew de robes. 
 
 2. THE COMMITTEE OF INSTRUCTION. 
 
 Denn for our Insdructions Comedy de ding vas proto- 
 
 collirt, 
 
 By Docktor Emsig Grubler, who in Jena vonce studiret ; 
 Und for Breitmann his insdrugtions de comedy tid say 
 Dat de All out-going from de Ones vash die first Mora"! 
 
 Idee. 
 
 Und de segondt crate Mora*! Idee dat into him ve rings, 
 Vas dat government for every man moost alfays do efery 
 
 dings ; 
 
 Und die next Idee do vitch his mindt esbecially ve gall, 
 Ish to do mitout a Bresident und no government ad all. 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 121 
 
 Und die fourt Idee ve vish der Hans vouldt alfays keeb in 
 
 fiew, 
 Ish to cooldifate die Peaudifool, likevise de Goot und 
 
 Drue ; 
 
 Und de form of dis oopright-hood in proctise to present, 
 He most get our liddle pills all bassed, mitout id s gostin a 
 
 cent.* 
 
 Und die fift Idee ash learnin ish de cratest ding on eart , 
 Und ash Shoopider der Vater to Minerfa gife gebirt 
 Ve peg dat Breitmann oonto oos all pooplic tocuments 
 Vhich he can grap or shteal vill sendt franked mit his 
 gompliments. 
 
 Die sechste crate Mora"! Idee since id fery veil ish known 
 Dat mind ish de resooldt of food, ash der Moleschott has 
 
 shown, 
 Und ash mind ish de highest form of Gott, as in Fichte dot 
 
 abbear 
 He moost alfays go mit de barty dat go for lagerbier. 
 
 Now ash all dese insdrugdions vere showed to Mishder 
 
 Twine, 
 De Yangee boledician, he say dey vere fery fine : 
 
 * This refers to the passage of bills in the Legislature of a state 
 by means of bribery. In Pennsylvania, as in many other states, bills 
 which have "nothing in them" i.e., no money are rarely allowed to 
 pass. 
 
122 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dey vere pesser ash goot, und almosdt nice a tarnal tail 
 
 concern ; 
 Boot dey hafe some liddle trawpacks, und in fagdt weren t 
 
 worth a dern. 
 
 Boot yet, mit our bermission, if de shentlemans allow 
 Here all der Sharmans in de room dake off deir hats und 
 
 pow 
 He vouldt gife our honored gandidate some nodions of 
 
 his own, 
 Hafing managed some elegdions mit sookcess, as veil vas 
 
 known. 
 
 Let him plow id all his own vay, he d pet as sure as born, 
 Dat our mann vouldt not coom oud of der liddle endt der 
 
 horn, 
 Mit his goot proad Sharman shoulders dis maket oos laugh, 
 
 py shink ! 
 So de comedy shtart for Breitmann s Nota benc after a 
 
 trink ! 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 123 
 
 3. MR TWINE EXPLAINS BEING "SOUND UPON THE GOOSE." 
 
 Dere in his crate corved oaken shtuhl der Breitemann sot 
 
 he: 
 
 He lookt shoost like de shiant in de Kinder hishdorie ; 
 Und pefore him, on de tische, was vhere man alfays 
 
 found t it 
 Dwelf inches of good lager, mit a Boemisch glass around it. 
 
 De foorst vordt dat der Breitmann spoke he maked no 
 
 sbeech or sign ! 
 De nexd remark vas, Zapfet aus f" de dird vas, " Schenket 
 
 em r 
 
 Vhen in coomed liddle Gottlieb und Trina mit a shtock 
 Of allerbest Markgraefler wein dazu dwelf glaeser Bock. 
 
 Denn Mishder Twine deglare dat he vas happy to de 
 nounce 
 
 Dat as Coptain Breitmann suited oos egsockdly do an 
 ounce, 
 
 He vas ged de nomination, and need nod more ecksh- 
 blain : 
 
 Der Breitmann dink in silence, and denn roar aloudt, 
 CHAMPAGNE ! 
 
124 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Denn Mishder Twine, while drinkin wein, mit whiles vent 
 
 on do say, 
 Dat long instruckdions in dis age vere nod de dime of 
 
 tay; 
 
 Und de only ding der Breitmann need to pe of any use 
 Vas shoost to dell to efery man he s soundt oopon der 
 
 coose. 
 
 Und ash dis liddle frase berhops vas nod do oos bekannt, 
 He dakes de liberdy do make dat ve shall oondershtand, 
 And vouldt dell a liddle shdory vitch dook blace pefore de 
 
 wars : 
 Here der Breitmann nod to Trina, und she bass aroundt 
 
 cigars. 
 
 " Id ish a longe dime, now here, in Bennsylfanien s Shtate, 
 All in der down of Horrisburg dere rosed a vierce depate, 
 Tween vamilies mit cooses, und dose vhere none vere 
 
 found t 
 If cooses might, by common law, go squanderin aroundt ? 
 
 " Dose who vere nod pe-gifted mit cooses, und vere poor, 
 All shvear de law forbid dis crime, py shings und cerdain 
 
 sure ; 
 
 But de coose-holders teklare a coose greadt liberdy ticl need, 
 And to pen dem oop vas gruel, und a mosdt oon-Christian 
 
 teed. 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 125 
 
 " Und denn anoder barty idself tid soon refeal, 
 
 Of arisdograts who kepd no coose, pecause, twas nod 
 
 shendeel : 
 Tey tid not vish de splodderin keese shouldt on deir pafe- 
 
 mends bass, 
 So dey shoined de anti-coosers, or de oonder lower glass ! " 
 
 Here Breitmann led his shdeam out : " Dis shdory goes to 
 
 show 
 
 Uat in poledicks, ash lager, virtus in media. 
 De drecks ish ad de pottom de skoom floads high inteed ; 
 Boot das bier ish in de mittle, says an goot old Sharman 
 
 lied.* 
 
 Und shoost apout elegdion-dimes de scoom und drecks, 
 
 ve see, 
 
 Have a pully Wahl-verwandtschaft, or election-sympathie." 
 " Dis is very vine," says Mishder Twine, " vot here you 
 
 indrotuce : 
 Mit your berraission I ll grack on mit my shdory of de 
 
 coose. 
 
 " A gandertate for sheriff de coose-beholders run 
 Who shvear de coose de noblest dings vot valk peneat de 
 sun; 
 
 * " Die Welt gleicht einer Bierbouteille." 
 
BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 For de cooses safe de Capidol in Rome long dimes ago, 
 Und Horrisburg need safin mighty pad, ash all do know.* 
 
 " Acainsd dis mighdy Coose-man anoder veller rose, 
 
 Who keepedt himself ungommon shtill vhen oders came 
 
 to plows ; 
 Und if any ask how twas he shtoodt, his friendts wouldt vink 
 
 so loose, 
 Und vhisper ash dey dapped deir nose : He s soundt oopon 
 
 de coose ! 
 
 " He s O. K. oopon de soobject :f shoost pet your pile on 
 
 dat : 
 
 On dis bartik ler quesdion he indends to coot it fat. 
 So de veller cot elegded pefore de beople foundt 
 On vhitch site of der coose it vas he shtick so awful soundt 
 
 1 Und efer in America, hencevorwart from dat day, 
 Ash mit de Native Mericans, de fashion vas to say 
 Likes well in de Kansas droples de shap who tid not 
 
 refuse 
 To go mit de beoples ash vanted him, vas soundt oopon 
 
 der coose. 
 
 * Harrisburg is the capital of the state of Pennsylvania. 
 
 t In a certain edition of the Breitmann Ballads, this phrase is said to 
 have originated in 1845. In 1835, I heard it said that General Jackson 
 in a letter spelt all correct "oil korrekt" and this I believe to be the 
 real origin of the expression." C. G. L. 
 
BREITMANN- IN POLITICS. 1 27 
 
 " Dis shdory s all I hafe to dell," says Mishder Hiram 
 
 Twine ; 
 " Und I advise Herr Breitmann shoost to vight id on dis 
 
 line." 
 
 De volk who of dese boledics would oder shapders read, 
 Moost waiten for de segondt pardt of dis here Breitmann s 
 
 Lied. 
 
123 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 U. 
 
 4. HOW BREITMANN AND SMITH WERE REPORTED 
 TO BE LOG-ROLLING. 
 
 fD hoppenet in de yar of crace, vhen all dese dings 
 pegan, 
 Dat Mishder Schmit, de shap who rooned acainsd 
 
 der Breitemann, 
 Vas a man who look like Mishder Twine so moosh dat 
 
 beoples say 
 
 Dey pliefe dey moost ge-brudert pe Gott weiss in vot a 
 vay ! 
 
 Und id vas also moosh be-marked vhitch look shoost like 
 
 a bruder 
 Dat vhen Twine vas vork on any side der Schmit vas on 
 
 der oder: 
 
 A fery gommon dodge ish dis mit de arisdocracie ; 
 So dat votefer cardt dooms op, id s game for de familie ! 
 
 Nun, goot ! Howefer dis might pe, tvas cerdain on dis hit 
 Der Twine vas do his tyfelest to euchre Mishder Schmit ; 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 1 29 
 
 Und Schmit, I criefe to say, exglaimed: "Gaul darn me for 
 
 a fool, 
 But I ll smash old Dutch to cholera fits and rake the eternal 
 
 pool!" 
 
 So dey cot some liddle ledders, ash brifate ash could pe, 
 
 Vhitch Breitmann writed long agone to friendts in Ger 
 many; 
 
 Und dey brinted dem in efery vay to make de beoples 
 laugh, 
 
 Und comment on dem in de shtyle dat "sports" call " slasher- 
 gaff." 
 
 Dere-to as vash known py shoodshment und glearly ascer 
 tained, 
 
 Dat Breitmann hafe lossed money py a valse und schwind- 
 lin friendt 
 
 So dey roon it droo de newsbapers, und shbeech to make 
 pegan, 
 
 Dat Breitmann shtole de gelt himself und rop de oder man.* 
 
 Boot de ding that jam de hardest on de men dat bull de 
 
 vires, 
 Und showed that Copitain Breitmann shtood pedween dwo 
 
 heafy vires, 
 
 * This incident, and the one narrated in the preceding verse, are 
 literally true. 
 
 I 
 
1 30 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Vas, pecause he vas a soldier von could see id at a 
 
 clanse 
 Dey had pud him in a tisdrig t vhere he hadn t half a shanse. 
 
 For ash de pold solidaten ish more prafe ash oder mans, 
 Dey moost lead de hope verloren und pattle in de vans ; 
 Und ash defeat ish honoraple to men in honor shtrict, 
 Dey honor dem py puttin em vhere dey re cerdain to be 
 licked. 
 
 Boot dis dimes it shlopped over. Tvas de dird or secondt 
 
 heat, 
 
 Dat a soldier in dis tisdrigt had been poot <~>op und beat ; 
 So de Plue Goats dink it over und go qr.^tly to vork ; 
 De bow vhen too moosh aufgespannt vlies packward mit a 
 
 yerk. 
 
 Now Mishder Twine deglaret dat de ding seemed doubt- 
 
 enful, 
 
 Boot mitout delay he dook de horns so poldly py de bull, 
 Und shpread de shdory eferyvhere, dill folk to pliefe pecan, 
 Dat Mishder Schmit had sold de vight unto der Breitemann ! 
 
 He fix de liddle tedails how moosh der Schmit hafe got 
 For sellin out his barty to let Breitmann haul de pot ; 
 Und he showed a brifate ledder from Breitemann to Schmit, 
 Vhere he bromise him for Congress if he shoost let oop a bit. 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 131 
 
 Der Twine vas writet dis ledder; for der Copitain Breite- 
 
 mann 
 Vould nefer hafe shtood soosh hoompoogks since virst his 
 
 life pegan : 
 He hat tone some rough dings in de war, in de ploonder- 
 
 und-morder line, 
 Boot vas hoockleperry-persimmoned mit dese boledics of 
 
 Twine. 
 
 Howefer, dis ledder vorket foorst-rate mit de Mericans 
 
 pest of all, 
 For dey mostly dinked it de naturalest ding as efer couldt 
 
 pefall ; 
 For too sheat von s own gonstituents ish de pest mofe in de 
 
 came, 
 Und dey nefer sooposed a Dootchman hafe de sense to do 
 
 de same. 
 
 5. HOW THEY HELD THE MASS MEETING. 
 
 Dere s nodings in dis vorldt so pad, ash all oov us may 
 
 learn, 
 Boot may shange from dark to lighthood, if loock should 
 
 dake a doom ; 
 
/32 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 So it hoppenet mit Breitmann, who in spite of sin und 
 
 Schmit, 
 Gontrifed ad shoost dis yooncture do make a glucky hit. 
 
 Dey hat sendet out some plackarts to de Deutsche burgers 
 
 all 
 (N.B. Dish ish not mean plackarts, boot de pills dey shtick 
 
 on de vail), 
 To say dat a Massenversammlung or a meeding of all de 
 
 masses 
 
 Vouldt be held in de Arbeiter-Halle, to consisd of de Shar- 
 man classes. 
 
 Now dey gife de brinting of de pills to a new gekommene 
 
 man, 
 Who dinked dat Demokratisch vas de same ash Repoob- 
 
 lican : 
 Gott im Himmel weiss vhere he d hid himself on dis free 
 
 Coloompian shore 
 Dat he scaped de naturalizationisds, und hadn t fa-ad out 
 
 pefore. 
 
 Boot to dis Deutsche brinter, de only tifference he 
 
 Petween Repooplicanish and Demokratisch tid see, 
 
 Vas dat von vash dwo ledders longer ; so he dook shoost 
 
 vot seem pat 
 To make de poster handsome likewise a liddle fat. 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 133 
 
 How ofden in dis buzzlin life shmall grubs grows oop to 
 
 vings ! 
 How often shoost from moostard sect a virst-glass pusiness 
 
 shprings ! 
 Vaitt klein komt men toft groote, ash de Hollanders hafe 
 
 said : 
 Mit dese dwo ledders Breitemann caved in der Schmitsy s 
 
 head. 
 
 6. BREITMANN S GREAT SPEECH. 
 
 Dis tale dat Schmit hafe sell de vight cot so mooch put 
 
 apout, 
 
 Dat many of his beoples vere in fery tupious toubt ; 
 Pove all, dose who were on de make, and easy change deir 
 
 lodge, 
 Und, pein awfool smart demselfs, pelieve in efery dodge. 
 
 Vhen de meeding vas gesempled, und dey found no Schmit 
 vas dere, 
 
 Dey looket at von anoder mit a ganz erstaunished air; 
 
 But dey saw it glear as taylighd, und around a vink dere 
 ran, 
 
 Vhen pefore dem rose de shiant form of Copitain Breite 
 mann ! 
 
1 34 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Denn Breitemann vent los at dem : " He could nichts veil 
 
 exbress 
 De rapdure dat besqueezed his hearts de wonnevol hoppi- 
 
 ness 
 
 To meed in friendtlich council and glasp de hand of dose, 
 Who had peen mit most oonreason und unkindtly galled his 
 
 foes. 
 
 " Berhaps o er all dis shmilin eart he vould say it dere 
 
 und denn 
 Soosh shpecdagles couldt nod pe seen of soosh imbardial 
 
 men, 
 
 So tefoid of base sospicion, so apofe all betty dricks, 
 Ash to gome und lisden vairly to a voe in poledicks ; 
 
 " Dat ish to say, a so-galled voe for he feeled id in his 
 
 soul 
 Dat de brinciples vitch mofed dem vere de same oopon de 
 
 whole ; 
 But he lack a vord to exbress dem in manners oppor- 
 
 tunes"- 
 Here a veller in de gallery gry oud, oonkindly, " Shpoons ! " 
 
 Und dere der Breitmann goppled him : " If shpoons our 
 
 modifes pe, 
 Dere s nod a man pefore oos who lossed a shpoon by me : 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITIC^. 135 
 
 Far rader had I gife you all a shpoons to eaten mit, 
 Und I hope to gect a ladle for mein friendt, der Mishder 
 Schmit? 
 
 Dis fetch das Haus like doonder it raise der tyfel s dust, 
 Und for sefen-lefen minudes dey ooplouded on a bust ; 
 Und de chaps dat dinked of hedgin saw a ring as round 
 
 as O; 
 So dey boked each oder in de rips und said, " I dold you 
 
 so!" 
 
 For dis d lusion to de ladle vas as glear ash city milk. 
 
 Und drawd it on de beoples so vine ash flossen silk, 
 
 Dat Hans und Schmit vere rollin locks, und de locks vere 
 
 ready cut \ 
 Only Breitmann hafe de liddle end, und Schmitsy dake de 
 
 butt ! 
 
 Denn Breitmann he crack onward : " If any lightened man 
 Vill seeken in his Bibel, he 11 find dat a publican 
 Is a barty ash sells lager ; und de ding is fery blain, 
 Dat a republican ish von who sells id gain und gain. 
 
 " Now since dat I sells lager, I gant agree n mit 
 
 De demprance brinciples I hear dishtriputet to Schmit ; 
 
 Boot dis I dells you vairly, und no one to teseife 
 
 If I were Schmit, I d pliefen shoost vot der Schmit peliefe. 
 
136 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 "And to mine Sharman liperal friendts I might mention in 
 
 dis shpot, 
 Dat I hear an oonfoundet rumor dat der Schmit peliefe in 
 
 Gottj 
 Und also dat he coes to shoorsh mit a brayer-book for 
 
 salfadion : 
 I vould not for die welt say dings to hoort his repudadion. 
 
 " Und noding is more likely dat it all a shlander pe, 
 So also de rumor dat vhen young he shtoody divinidy : 
 I myself, ash a publican, moost pe a sinner py fate, 
 Und in dis sense I denounce mineself ash Republican-di- 
 date ! 
 
 "Ash Deutschers say und Yankees doo vhen der wein 
 
 ish in der man, 
 
 So ish oopon de oder part, de wise-hood in de can, 
 Vhitch brofes dat wein und wise-hood ish all de same, py 
 
 shinks ! 
 Und de only real can-didate ish der veller ash coes for 
 
 trinks ! 
 
 " Und dat ve may meed in gommon, I deglare here in dis 
 
 hall 
 
 Und I shvears mineself to holt to it, votefer may pefall 
 Dat any man who gifes me his fote votefer his boledics pe 
 Shall alfays pe regartet ash botidigal friend t py me." 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 137 
 
 (Dis voonderfol condescension pring down drementous 
 
 applause, 
 
 Und dose who catch de nodion gife most derriple hooraws ; 
 Eshbecially some Amerigans ash vas shtandin near de 
 
 door, 
 Und who in all deir leben long nefer heard so moosh 
 
 sense pefore.) 
 
 " Dese ish de brinciples I holts, and dose in vitch I run : 
 Dey ish fixed firm und immutaple ash de course of de ternal 
 
 sun : 
 Boot if you ton t approve of dem blease nodice vot I 
 
 say 
 I shall only pe too happy to alder dem right afay. 
 
 l< Und undo my Demogratic friendts I vould fery glearly 
 
 shtate 
 Since dis useless mit oop-gecleared minds to hold a long 
 
 depate 
 Dat dere s no man in de cidy who sells besser liquor 
 
 ash I. 
 Und I shtand de treadts free-gradis vhenefer mine friendts 
 
 ish try. 
 
 " Ad finem in de ende I moost mendion do you all, 
 Dat a dootzen parrels of lager bier ish a-gomin to dis hall : 
 
I 
 138 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dere ish none of mine own barty here, bot we 11 do mitout 
 
 deir helfs ; 
 Und I kess, on de whole, twill pe shoost so goot if ve 
 
 trink it all ourselfs." 
 
 Soosh drementous up-loudation pefore was nefer seen, 
 
 Ash dey svored dat der Copitain Breitmann vas a brick- 
 pat, und no sardine ; * 
 
 Und dey trinked demselfs besoffen, sayin , " Kobe you wird 
 sookceed ! " 
 
 De nexter theil will pe de ent of dis historisch lied. 
 
 * "No more interlect than a half-grown shad," is a phrase which 
 occurs, if the author remembers aright, in the Charcoal Sketches, by J. C. 
 Neal. The Western people have carried this idea a step further, and 
 applied it to sardines, as "small fishes," all of an average size, packed 
 closely together in tin cans and excluded from the light of day. A man 
 who has never travelled, and has during all his life been packed tightly 
 among those who were his equals in ignorance and inexperience, is 
 therefore a "sardine." 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 139 
 
 lit 
 
 PARDT DE VIRST. 
 
 THE AUTHOR ASSERTS THE VAST INTELLECTUAL 
 SUPERIORITY OF GERMANS TO AMERICANS. 
 
 |ERE S a liddle fact in hishdory vitch few hafe 
 
 oondershtand, 
 
 Deutschers are, de jure, de owners of dis land, 
 Und I brides mineself oonshpeak-barly dat I foorst make 
 
 be-known, 
 
 De primordial cause dat Columbus vas derivet from 
 Cologne. 
 
 For ash his name vas Colon, it fisiply does shine, 
 
 Dat his Eldern are geboren been in Cologne on der 
 
 Rhein, 
 
 Und Colonia peing a colony, it sehr bemerkbar ist, 
 Dat Columbus in America was der firster colonist. 
 
 Und ash Columbus ish a tove, id ish wort* de drople to 
 
 mark, 
 Dat an bidgeon foorst tiscofer land a-vlyin from de ark; 
 
140 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Und shtill wider in de peginnin , mitout de leastest toubt, 
 A tofe vas vly ofer de wassers und pring de vorldt herout. 
 
 Ash mein goot oldt teacher der Kreutzer to me tid ofden 
 
 shbeak, 
 De mythus of name reheats itself vhitch see in his 
 
 " Symbolik," 
 
 So also de name America, if we a liddle look, 
 Vas coom from der oldt king Emerich in de Deutsche 
 
 Heldenbuch. 
 
 Und id vas from dat fery Heldenbuch how voonderful it 
 
 ron, 
 Dat I shdole de Song of Hildebrand, or der Vater und der 
 
 Sohn, 
 Und dishtripude it to Breitemann for a reason vhitch now 
 
 ish plain, 
 Dat dis Sagen Cyclus full-endet, pring me round to der 
 
 Hans again. 
 
 Dese laws of un-endly un-windoong ish so teep and broad 
 
 and tall, 
 Dat nopody boot a Deutscher hafe a het to versteh 
 
 dem at all, 
 Und should I write mine dinks all out, I tont peliefe 
 
 inteed, 
 Dat I mineself vould versteh de half of dis here Breit- 
 
 mann s Lied. 
 
BREITMA NN IN POLITICS. 1 4 1 
 
 Ash der Hegel say of his system-^dat only von mans 
 
 knew, 
 Vot der tyfel id meant und he couldn t tell und der 
 
 Jean Paul Richter, too, 
 Who saidt : " Gott knows I meant somedings vhen foorst 
 
 dis buch I writ, 
 Boot Gott only wise vot das buch means now for I hafe 
 
 fergotten it ! " 
 
 Und all of dis be-wises so blain ash de face on your nose, 
 
 Dat der Deutscher hafe efen more intellects dan he him 
 self soopose, 
 
 Und his tifference mit de over-again vorldt, as I really do 
 soospect, 
 
 Ish dat oder volk hafe more soopose und lesser intellect. 
 
 Yet oop-righty I confess it mitout ashkin vhy or vhence, 
 Dere ish also dimes vhen Amerigans hafe shown sharp- 
 
 pointet sense, 
 
 Und a fery outsigned exemple of genius in dis line, 
 Vas dishblayed in dis elegdion py Mishder Hiram Twine. 
 
142 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 PARDT DE SECONDT. 
 
 Vide licet. Dere vas a tillage whose vote alone vouldt pe 
 
 Apout enof to elegdt a man imd give a majority, 
 
 So de von who couldt "scoop" dis seddlement vouldt 
 
 make a lucky hit, 
 But dough dey vere Deutschers, von und all, dey all go von 
 
 on Schmit. 
 
 Now id hoppenet to gome to bass, dat in dis little town, 
 De Deutsch vas all exshpegdin dat Mishder Schmit 
 
 coom down, 
 
 His brinciples to foresetzen und his idees to deach 
 (Id cst, fix oop de brifate pargains) und telifer a pooplic 
 
 shbeech. 
 
 Now Twine vas a gyrotwistive cuss ash blainly ish peen 
 
 shown, 
 Und vas always an out-findin votefer might pe known, 
 
 * The incident narrated in this part, is told in Pennyslvania as 
 having occurred to a well-known politician, who bore the sobriquet of 
 "With all due deference," from his habit of beginning all his speeches 
 with these words. 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 143 
 
 Und mit some of his circumswindles he fix de matter so, 
 Dat he d pe himself at dis meeding, und see how dings vas 
 go- 
 
 Oh shdrangely in dis leben de dings kits vorked apout, 
 Oh voonderly Fortuna makes doom us inside out, 
 Oh sinkular de loock-vheel rolls dis liddle meeding dere, 
 Fixt Twine ad perpendiculum : shoost suit him to a hair. 
 
 Now it hopponet on dis efenin , de Deutschers von und all, 
 Vere erwaitin mit oonpatience de onfang of de Ball, 
 Und de shates of nighdt vere fallin und de shdars pegin to 
 
 plink, 
 Und dey vish dat Schmit vouldt hoory, for twas dime to 
 
 dake a trink. 
 
 Dey hear some hoofs a dramplin und dey saw und dinked 
 
 dey know d, 
 
 De bretty greature coomin on his horse entlang de road, 
 Und ash he ride town-invard de likeness vas so blain, 
 Dey donnered out " Hoora for Schmit ! " enof to make it 
 
 rain. 
 
 Der Twine vas shdart like plazes boot oop shdardet 
 
 too his vit, 
 Und he dinks, " Great turnips ! vhot if I couldt bass for 
 
 Colonel Schmit ! 
 
144 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Gaul darn my heels I 11 do it and go the total swine, 
 Oh soap balls ! what a chance ! " said dis dissembulatin 
 Twine. 
 
 Demi twas " Willkomm ! willkomm ! Mishder Schmit ! " 
 
 rings aroom on efery site, 
 Und " First-rate how dy do, yourself?" der Hiram 
 
 Twine replied, 
 Dey ashk him "Coom und dake a trink" boot dey find id 
 
 mighdy gueer, 
 Vhen Twine informed em none boot hogs vould trink dat 
 
 shtinkin bier. 
 
 Dat lager vas nodings boot boison, und as for Sharman 
 
 wein, 
 
 He dinks it vas erfounden exbressly for Sharman schwein, 
 Dat he himself was a demperanceler, dat he gloria in de 
 
 name, 
 Und adfised dem all for tecence s sake to go und do de 
 
 same. 
 
 Dese bemarks, among de Deutschers, vere apout as veil 
 
 receife, 
 Ash cats in a game of den-pins ash you may of coorse 
 
 peliefe, 
 
 De heats of de recebtion vent down a dootzen degrees, 
 Und in blace of hurraws was only heardt de roostlin of de 
 
 drees. 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 145 
 
 Und so in solemn stille dey scorched him to de hall, 
 Vhere he maket de crate oradion vhitch vas so moosh to 
 
 blease dem all, 
 
 Und dis vay he pegin it : " Perfore I furder go, 
 I vish dat my obinions, you puddin-het-Dutch, shouldt 
 
 know. 
 
 " Und eher I norate furder, I dink it only fair, 
 
 Ve shouldt oonderstand each oder, prezackly, chunk and 
 
 square ; 
 Dere are points on vitch ve tisagree, und I vill plank de 
 
 facts 
 I tout go round slanganderin my friendts pehind deir 
 
 packs. 
 
 " So I beg you dake it easy, if on de raw I touch, 
 
 Vhen I say I can t apide de sound of your groonting shi- 
 
 shing Dootch, 
 
 Should I in de Legisladure as your slumgulJion stand, 
 I 11 have a bill forbidding Dutch, droo all dis versal 
 
 land. 
 
 " Should a husband talk it to his frau, to deat he should pe 
 
 led, 
 If- a mutter breat it to her shild, I d bunch her in de head; 
 
BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Und I m sure dat none vill atvocate id s use in pooplic 
 
 schools, 
 Oonless dey re peastly, nashdy, prutal, saur-kraut eadin* 
 
 fools." 
 
 Here Mishder Twine, to gadder breat , shoost make a liddle 
 
 pause, 
 Und see sechs hundert gapin eyes sechs hundert shdarin 
 
 chaws ! 
 Dey shtanden erstarrt like frozen von faindly dried to 
 
 hiss : 
 Und von saidt : " Ish id shleeps I m treamin Gottstau- 
 
 send ! vhot ish dis ? " 
 
 Twine keptet von eye on de vindow, boot boldly vent 
 
 ahet, 
 
 " Of your oder shtinkin hobits no vordt needt here pe set ; 
 Shdop goozlin bier shdop shmokin bipes shdop rootin 
 
 in de mire, 
 Und shoost un-Dutchify yourselfs: dat s all dat I require." 
 
 Und denn dere coomed a shindy ash if de shky hat trop : 
 "Trow him mit ecks, py doonder ! go shlog him on de 
 
 kop ! 
 Hei ! shoot him mit a powie-knifes ! go for him, ganz and 
 
 gar ! 
 Shoost tar him mit some fedders ! led s fcdder him mit tar ! 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 147 
 
 Sooch a teufel s row of furie vas nefer oopkicket pefore, 
 Some roosh to on-climb de blatform, some hoory to festen 
 
 de toor, 
 Von veller vired his refolfer boot de pullet missed her 
 
 mark, 
 She coot de cort of de shandelier it veil und de hall vas 
 
 tark! 
 
 Oh veil vas it for Hiram Twine dat nimply he couldt 
 
 shoomp ! 
 Und veil dat he light on a mist-hauf und nefer feel de 
 
 boomp ! 
 Und veil for him dat his coot cray horse shtood sottelet 
 
 shoost oudside ! 
 Und veil dat in an augenblick he vas off on a teufel s ride ! 
 
 Bang ! bang ! de sharp pistolen shots vent pipin py his ear, 
 Boot he tortled oop de barrick road like any moundain 
 
 deer, 
 Dey trowed der Hiram Twine mit shteins boot dey only 
 
 could be-mark 
 Von climpse of his vhite ober-coat und a clotterin droo 
 
 de dark. 
 
 So dey gesempeled togeder, ein ander to sprechen mit, 
 Und allow dat soosh a Rede dey nefer exshpegt from 
 Schmit ! 
 
r 48 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dat he vas a foorst-glass plackguard, und so pig a lump ash 
 
 ran, 
 So nemine contradicente dey vented for Breitemann 
 
 Und twas annerthalb yar dere after before der Schmit vas 
 
 know, 
 
 Vhat maket dis rural fillage go pack oopon him so, 
 Und he schwored at de Dutch more schlimmer ash Hiram 
 
 Twine had done, 
 Nota bene \ he tid it in earnest, while der Hiram s vas pusi- 
 
 ness-fun. 
 
 Boot vhen Breitmann heardt de shtory how de fillage hat 
 
 peen dricked, 
 He sch wore bei Leib und Leben, dat he d rader hafe pees 
 
 licked, 
 Dan be helpet droo sooch slumgoozlin , und twas petter 
 
 to pe a schwein, 
 Dan a schvindlin , honeyfooglin shnake, like dat lyin 
 
 Yankee Twine. 
 
 Und pegot so heavy disgootet mit de boledics of dis land, 
 Dat his friend ts could barely keep him from trowin oop his 
 
 hand, 
 Vhen he held shtraight-flush mit an ace in his poot vitch 
 
 phrase ish all de same, 
 In de science of pokerology, ash if he got de game. 
 
BREITMANN IN POLITICS. 149 
 
 So Breitmann cot elegdet, py vollowin de vay, 
 
 Ve manage our elegdions oonto dis fery day. 
 
 Dis shows de Deutsch Dummehrlichkeit also de Yankee 
 
 " wit :" 
 Das ist das abenteuer how Breitmann lick der Schmit. 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 
 
 " Ejor foeri ek ther, 
 Brynthings apaldr ! 
 Magni blandinn 
 Ok megentiri, 
 Fullr er hann Ijoda." t 
 
 Sigrdrifurn&L 
 
 " Beer I bear to thee, 
 Battle s great apple-tree ! 
 Mingled with might 
 And with bright glory, 
 &.!! full of song." 
 
 The Edda. 
 
 I. 
 
 THE VISION. 
 
 " Dere vas vonce oopon a dimes a Frantchman who asket if a Slier- 
 man could hafe tsprit. Allowin for his pad shbellin, de reater will find 
 dat der Herr Breitmann was hafe a spree goot many dimes. You gant 
 ged rount de Dootch." FRITZ SCHWACKENHAMMER. 
 
 OTTS blitz ! blau Feuer, potz bomben Tod ! 
 
 Vot shimmers in de mitnacht roth ? 
 
 Like hell-shtrom boorst o er heafen s plain, 
 Trowin dead light on eart acain : 
 Ja ! wide im nord om Odin shtone 
 Lies a shiant form im glare alone, 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 151 
 
 Troonk py de eis-kalt roarin shdream 
 Der Hans ish hafe ein wunder tream. 
 
 Troonk om haunted Odinstein 
 
 Im Hexenlicht und Elfenschein 
 
 Vhere blooty Druids omens trew 
 
 From grin und screech of snaps dey slew ; 
 
 Or vhere der Norseman long of yore 
 
 Vas carven eagles on de shore, 
 
 As o er him yell de Valkyr broot 
 
 Und crows valk round knee teep im ploot, 
 
 Vhile rabens schkreem o er ruddy bay ; 
 
 Dere ten pottles troonk Hans Breitmann lay. 
 
 Fast und rof der war-man shnore 
 Like de hammer-shlog of Thor, 
 Schnell ash Mjollner s bang und beat 
 Heaved de form from het to veet, 
 Vhile apofe him in de shkies 
 Dere he saw a glorie rise, 
 Und im mittle von it all 
 De iron lords of crate Valhall. 
 
 Long he gaze mit wolfen glare 
 At de Aesir in de air, 
 Long mit schneerin baren grin 
 He toorn his nase auf und hin 
 
1 5 2 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 (For ne er a Sherman tarn de otts 
 Vas efer yet gife in to Gotts), 
 Dill avery Aes owned oop dat he 
 A gott-like man of brass moost pe. 
 
 Shtern der Breitmann raise his her., 
 
 To his fader Gotts he set : 
 
 " Let your worts of wisehood shlip ; 
 
 Rush your runes, und let ; em rip ! 
 
 For you de gotts hafe efer pe 
 
 Of dose who vere ash gotts to me : 
 
 Alt Thor der Thoren here pelow 
 
 Vot hell you vants,* I d like to know?" 
 
 Antworded ash de donner clangs, 
 Der fader of de iron bangs : 
 " De gotts will let de hell dogs go, 
 Und raise damnation here pelow ; 
 Until de sassy Frenchmen schmell 
 De rifers ten dat roon troo hell. 
 To telle dis I comme dence, 
 Dou lord of lion impudence. 
 
 * Dese outpressions ish not to pe angeseen py any pc dies ash 
 schvearin, boot ash inderesdin Norse or Sherman idioms. Goot 
 many refiewers vot refiewsed to admire soosh derms in de earlier edi 
 tions ish politelich requestet to braise dem in future nodices from a 
 transcendental philological stand-point. FRITZ SCHWACKENHAMMER. 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 153 
 
 " Drafeller ! I know dee veil 1 
 Breitmann improturbable ! 
 Vhen on eart I hat my shy, 
 Breitmann of dat age vas I. 
 I schwear py Thor ! so crate und gay, 
 I smashed de Jotuns in my tay, 
 Und dou shall pe ge-writ sooplime 
 Ash de crate Thor of deiner time. 
 
 " Now ve lets de eagles vly 
 Skreemin troo de vlamin shky, 
 Our own specials : dare nod laugh , 
 For in de London Telegraph, 
 A voondrous poy vot make oos shdare, 
 For hop vhat may, he s alvays dere ! 
 Vill dell de work, troo blut and flame, 
 Hans Breitmann ist der Uhlan s name. 
 
 " Und all dou e er on eart has done, 
 From oop gang oontil settin sun, 
 Vill pe ash nix I schvear py Thor 1 
 To vat dou It do in dieser war ; 
 Plazin roofs und mordered men, 
 Hell set loose on eart again ; 
 Rush und ride in shtorm und floot, 
 Cannon roarin, pools of bloot ; 
 
1 54 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Deutschland mad in fool career, 
 
 Led py dy Uhlanen speer. 
 
 Hell s harfest sheafs of fictorie, 
 
 Reaped mit deat s sword und reapt by dee ! 
 
 " Ja ! On many a dorf und disch, 
 Dou shalt pring a requisish ; * 
 Dwendy dimes de Frantscher men 
 Hafe sporned dy land in blut acain 
 All dose dvventy dimes in von, 
 Py Deutschland shall to France pe done, 
 Und dwenty dimes in blut and wein 
 Shalst dou refenge de Palatine. 
 
 " Go ! mit shpeer und fiery muth ! 
 Go ! mit durst for bier und blut ! 
 Go ! mit lofe for Vaterland, 
 Into burning fury fanned : 
 
 * Requisish. An abbreviation of the word requisition, which Breit- 
 mann had heard during the War of Emancipation. I once heard this 
 cant term used in a droll manner, about the end of the war, by a little 
 girl, six years old, the daughter of a quartermaster. She had "con 
 fiscated," or "foraged," or "skirmished," as it was indifferently called, 
 a toy whip belonging to her little brother of four years, who was cla 
 morously demanding its return. "I cannot let you have the whip," 
 said she, gravely, "as I need it for military purposes; but I can give 
 you a requisish for it on my papa, who will give you an order on the 
 United States Government." C. G. L. 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 155 
 
 Towns und hen-roosts shall hafe shown 
 Vhere der Uhlan 1st peen gone, 
 Und cocks vill roon und men crow tame 
 To hear of der Uhlanen name." 
 
 Der fision fadet in de shky, 
 Und hours vent on und time goed py. 
 Vot heardest dou, Napolium ? 
 De rumpitty, rumpitty, rumpitty poom ! 
 Ven you hear de sound of de droom, 
 Oh denn you know dat de Dootch hafe coom, 
 De treadful roarin Dootch, mit de droom 
 Und de roompitty, pumpitty, poompity pum ! 
 De wild ferocious Dootch on a bum, 
 Mit cannon roar und pattle hum, 
 Mit fee und faw on de foe und fum I 
 Led py de awful Breitemum ! 
 Bitty boom ! ! BOOM ! i 
 
156 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 II. 
 
 BREITMANN IN A BALLOON. 
 
 HO vas efer hear soosh voonders, 
 Holy breest or virshin nonn ? 
 As pefelled de Coptain Breitmann, 
 
 Vhen he hoont an air-ballon. 
 Der Bizzy* und der Dizzy, t 
 
 Mit Lothairingen und Lothair, 
 Vas nodings to dis Deutscher, 
 Who vent kitin troo de air. 
 
 Id was in yar Nofember, 
 
 In eighdeen sefendee, 
 Der Breitmann vent a prowlin, 
 
 By monden light vent he. 
 In nllages deserted 
 
 He hear de Uhu moan ; 
 For you alvays hear der Uhu J 
 
 Vhere der Uhu-lan ish gone. 
 
 Bismarck. f Disraeli 
 
 t Uhu. An owl the bird of kn-oa/7-edffe. 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 157 
 
 Alone allonsed * der Uhlan, 
 
 Boot nodings could he find 
 Safe whitey clouds a drivin 
 
 In moonshine fore de wind. 
 Boot ash he see dese cloudins 
 
 He bemark dat von vas round, 
 Und inshtead of goin oopvvarts 
 
 It kep risin towards de ground. 
 
 " Oh, vot ish dis a gomin ? 
 
 Some planet, py de Lord ! 
 Too boor to life in heafen, 
 
 Coom down on eart to poard ; 
 Und pelow it schwing tree engels 
 
 Two he-vons init a wench. 
 Boot, mein Gott ! vot sort of engels 
 
 Can dose pe, dalkin Frsentsch ! 
 
 " I hafe read in Eckhartshausen 
 
 Dat oop in heafen py tarn ! 
 De engels dalk in Sherman, 
 
 Und sing Mardin Luther s psalm. 
 
 * Allans. Uhlan slang for go or went, as in America, they use the 
 Spanish word vamos to express every person in every sense of the verb 
 iff o. Pronounce allorfa. 
 
158 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 O nein es sind kein engeln 
 Vot sail so smoofly on, 
 
 Das sind verfluchte Franzosen 
 In einem luft-ballon ! ;; * 
 
 Hei ! how der Breitmann streak it 
 
 Ven vonce he kess de trut ! 
 He spurred id like de wild fire 
 
 Of hope in early yout . 
 Troo de weingarts like der teufel 
 
 Vhen he shase a lawyer s soul ; 
 Down der moundain mit his lanze 
 
 Und his wafin banderol. 
 
 Down de moundain. o er de valley^ 
 
 Troo de village he ish gone , 
 Dog-barks die out pehind him, 
 
 Oders bark ash he come on. 
 Liddle heedet he deir bellin, 
 
 Liddle mind der Hahnen crow } 
 Liddle hear der Bauern yellin, 
 
 Clotter, clodder, on he go. 
 
 * " O no, those are no angels 
 
 Which sail so smoothly on. 
 O no they re cursed Frenchmen, 
 All in an air-balloon." 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 159 
 
 " Oh, vot ish hoontin foxen, 
 
 Und vot ish yager pliss, 
 Und vot ish shasin bison 
 
 On de blains, to soosh ash dis ? 
 I hafe dinked dat roonin rebels 
 
 Vas de pest of eartly fun ; 
 Boot id isn t half so sholly 
 
 Ash to go a luft-ballon." 
 
 Und ash id shdill vent onwart, 
 
 Shdill onwarts mit der wind, 
 Der coom a real madness 
 
 To catch id, o er his mind. 
 Und had st dou seen him vlyin, 
 
 Dat wild onfuriate brick, 
 Dou st hafe schworn dat Coptain Breitmann 
 
 Was pecome balloonatic. 
 
 In fain dey trow deir sand-bags, 
 
 In fain all dings let fall, 
 De ballon shdill kep a sinkin, 
 
 Und id vouldn t rise at all. 
 Yet de wild wind trife id onwarts, 
 
 Onwarts shdill der Breitmann go, 
 Dill he cotch id py a rope-ent 
 
 Vot vas hangin town pelow. 
 
160 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Boot vhen it risen oopwarts, 
 
 Ash he gling to id, of corse, 
 Mit der lefter hand he holtet 
 
 To de pridle of his horse. 
 Der horse valk on his hind-legs : 
 
 Too schwer to rise vas he ; 
 Mein Gott ! vot fix for Breitmann 
 
 Of de Uhlan cavallrie ! 
 
 So he go for seferal stunden 
 
 Petween himmel und eart pelow, 
 Boot der teufel und die engels 
 
 Couldn t make der Hans let go. 
 Dill all at vonce an idee 
 
 Coom from his loocky shtar 
 He led co his horse s pridle 
 
 Und glimb oop indo de car. 
 
 Und vot you dinks he foundet 
 
 Vhen in dat air-ballon ? 
 A nople Englisch vicomte, 
 
 Milord de Robinson ; , 
 Und mit him vas a laity, 
 
 Mit whom he d rooned afay, 
 Whom he indroduce to Breitmann 
 
 Ash die Jungfer Salome . 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 161 
 
 Und der dritte was a barson, 
 
 Whom Milord, mit prudent view, 
 Hat took als secretaire, 
 
 Likevise for pallast doo. 
 Dey should hafe bitched him ofer 
 
 Vhen de gas was out, dey say \ 
 Boot de dame vould not ; low it : 
 
 She d an arriere pensee. 
 
 Sait Milord : " Afar we ve wandered, 
 
 We are done completely brown ; 
 And I ll give a thousand shiners 
 
 If you 11 take me to a town 
 Where no one will molest us 
 
 Till we find our way to Lon ." 
 
 Here der Breitmann ent de sentence 
 
 Ash he gry out, shortly, " done." 
 
 " And as for this fair lady 
 
 To whom I would be bound," 
 Sait Milord, " we 11 have a wedding 
 
 Before we reach the ground. 
 To escape her father s anger 
 
 We fled to live in peace, 
 But she s relatives in London, 
 
 And they have the police." 
 
1 62 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 O vas not dis a voonders 
 
 To make de Captain shdare ? 
 A tausend pounds in bocket 
 
 Und a veddin in de air ? 
 He gafe avay de laity, 
 
 Und als sie wieder kam 
 Zur festen Erde wieder, 
 
 Ward sie Robinson Madame.* 
 
 " O go mit me," said Breitmann, 
 
 " O go in mein Quartier ! 
 Don t mind dem gommon soldiers, 
 
 For I m an officier." 
 He guide dem troo de coontry 
 
 Till dey reach de ocean strand ; 
 Now dey sit und pless Hans Breitmann 
 
 In de far-off English land. 
 
 Dis ish Breitmann s last adfenture 
 How troo Him m el air flew he : 
 
 Und it s dime, oh nople reader ! 
 For a dime to part from dee. 
 
 * And when she came adown 
 Unto the earth s firm surface, 
 She was Mrs Robinson. 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 163 
 
 Dou may st dake it all in earnest 
 
 Or pelieve id s only fon ; 
 Boot dere ; s woonder dings has hoppent 
 
 Fery oft in Luft-ballon. 
 
1 64 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 III. 
 
 BREITMANN AND BOUILLI. 
 
 " Tres estime ami, Ick seyn nock nit verdorb, 
 Vielleickt Sie denck wohl kar, das ick sey tod gestorb, 
 Ock ne Kott loben Danck, ick leb nock kanss wohl auf. 
 
 Naturlich wie Kespenst die off die Kasse keh." 
 
 Deutsch-Franzos, Leipzig, 1736. 
 
 >OT roombles down de Bergstrass? 
 
 Vot a grash ish in de air ! 
 Mit a desberate gonfusion, 
 
 Und a gry of wild tespair 
 Das sind gethrasht Franzosen,* 
 
 Und dose who after flee 
 Are de terror of Champagner,, 
 Die Uhlan cavallrie. 
 
 So liddle say die hoonted, 
 
 De hoonters lesser shdill ; 
 Der Frank is ride for s leben, 
 
 Der Deutscher rides to kill. 
 
 * Those are thrashed Frenchmen. 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 165 
 
 Ofer dickly-doosty faces 
 
 Deir eyes like wild-katzs glare ; 
 De blut und iron ridin 
 
 Of furie und despair. 
 
 Boot of all de wild Uhlanen, 
 
 Der Breitmann ride de pest ; 
 For he mark de Frantsch gommanter 
 
 Ish most elegandtly tresst. 
 Und ash he coom down on him, 
 
 Dere s a deat look in his eye : 
 " Gotts ! if I carfe dat toorkey, 
 
 How I ll make de stoofm vly!" 
 
 Mit a clotter und a flotter, 
 
 Like a hell-sturm dey are on j 
 Mit a rottle to de pattle 
 
 Coom de Deutschers, knockin down, 
 Down de moundain to a brucke 
 
 Vhy die Frantschmen toorn ad bay ? 
 Oder Deutsch were dere pefore dem. 
 
 Und die pridge ish coot avay ! 
 
 Von second der Franzose 
 
 Look down mit blitzen eye ; 
 Von second at de bruckd, 
 
 Den toorn him round to die. 
 
1 66 BREITMA NN BALL A DS. 
 
 Vhile mit out-ge-poke-te lanze, 
 Like ter teufel shot from hell, 
 
 Rode der ploonder-shtarvin Breitmann 
 On der grau-bart Colonel. 
 
 Vot for der Coptain Breitmann 
 
 Ish shdop in his career? 
 Vot for he pool his pridle ? 
 
 Vot for let down his speer ? 
 Vot for his eyes like saucers 
 
 Grow pigger, rimmed mit staub ? 
 Vot for his hair, a pristlin, 
 
 Lift oop his pickel-haub ? * 
 
 So awfool so oneart ly, 
 
 So treadful was his glare, 
 So unbeschreiblich gastly, 
 
 Dat der Colonel self was shkare. 
 Oop come der Breitmann ridin, 
 
 Und mit gratin foice he said : 
 " Bist du wirkelich lebendig ? t 
 
 Can de grafe gife oop its tead ? 
 
 * Der Uhlan was not shenerally wear pickelh aube, but dis tay der 
 Herr Breitmann gehappenet to hafe von on. FRITZ SCHWACKEN- 
 HAMMER. 
 
 t " And art thou truly living?" 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 167 
 
 " Dou livest yet dou breaf st yet, 
 
 Dough oldter now you pe 
 Since I mordered you in Strasburg, 
 
 Mem freund mon Jean Bouilli. 
 We lofed de selfe maiden 
 
 Wohl forty years agone : 
 She died to hear I kilt you : 
 
 Jean how weiss your beard ish grown ! 
 
 " I would gife my Hab und Outer,* 
 
 Dereto mein bit of life, 
 Couldt I pring dat shild to leben, 
 
 Und make her, Jean, dy wife ! " 
 Here der Breitmann boorst out gryin, 
 
 Like a liddle prook vept he ; 
 Und dey hugged and gissed einander, 
 
 Der Breitmann und Bouilli. 
 
 " Ach, de efils dat from efil 
 
 Troo a life ish efer grow ! 
 Had I nefer dink I killed you, 
 
 Many a man were livin now 
 Many a man dat shleeps in canebrakes, 
 
 Many a man py pillow-shore ; 
 For dy morder mate me reckelos, 
 
 Und von tead man gries for more ! 
 * " All my property." 
 
1 68 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " O Madchen ! schon im Himmei ! * 
 
 (Warst schon on eart difine) 
 Can st dink among de Engeln 
 
 Of soosh as me und mine ? 
 Den look on soosh a Reue, 
 
 Ash eart has nefer known : 
 Whereto hast dou a sabre ? 
 
 Wherefore not kill me, Jean ? " 
 
 " O, ne pleurez pas, mon Breitmann ! 
 
 Je trouve cela trop fort," 
 Gry der Colonel sehr politely ; 
 
 " How ! you crois dat I was mort I 
 Mon Dieu ! Tis but one minute, 
 
 As we galloped to this plain, 
 I thought your spear, mon gaillard, 
 
 Would kill me o er again. 
 
 " Je vous fais mon compliment, 
 
 Your tendresse becomes you well ; 
 Et ne pleurez pas, mon brave, 
 
 Pour la petite demoiselle. 
 I have had a thousand since ; 
 
 One can always find such game ; 
 Et pour dire la ve rite , 
 
 I have quite forgot her name." 
 * " O maiden fair in Heaven ! " 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 169 
 
 Der Breitmann look so earnest, 
 
 Long and earnest at his foe, 
 Ash if seein troo his augen 
 
 To de forty years ago. 
 Mit vot a shmile der Breitmann 
 
 Toorned roundt und rode away : 
 Dat was all his parting greetin 
 
 To der Colonel Fran^ais. 
 
1 70 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 BREITMANN TAKES THE TOWN OF NANCY. 
 
 HEAR a wondrous shdory 
 Vot soundet like romance, 
 How Breitmann mit four Uhlans 
 Vas dake de town of Nantz. 
 De Frantschmen call it Nancy,* 
 Und dey say its fery hard 
 Dat Nancy mit her soldiers 
 Vas getook py gorpral s guard. 
 
 Dey dink id vas King Wilhelm 
 Ash Hans ride in de down, 
 Und like Odin in his glorie 
 Gazed derriply aroun . 
 Denn mit awfool condesenchen 
 He at de Frantschmen shtare, 
 Und say, " Ye wretsched shildren ! 
 Abbortez mir vodre mere ! " 
 
 * Nancy, the "light of love" of Lorraine. London Times, Dec. C\ 
 1870. 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 171 
 
 Hans mean de city Syndic, 
 
 Whom maire de Frantschmen call ; 
 
 So mit a tousand soldiers 
 
 Dey scort him to de Hall : 
 
 In de shair of shtade dey sot him, 
 
 Der maire coom to pe heard, 
 
 Und Hans glare at him fife minutes 
 
 Pefore he shbeak a word. 
 
 Den in iron dones he ootered : 
 " Ich temand que rentez fous : 
 Shai dreisig mille soldaten 
 Bas loin 1 ici, barploo ! 
 Aber tonnez-moi Champagner ; 
 Shai an soif exdrortinaire 
 Apout one douzaine cart-loads ; 
 Und dann je fous laisse faire." * 
 
 Denn he say to Schwackenhammer, 
 His segretaire " Read 
 A liddle exdra liste 
 Of dings de army need, 
 
 * " I require you to surrender : 
 I have thirty thousand men 
 Not far from here, parbleu ! 
 But give me first champagne ; 
 I ve a wondrous thirst, you know- 
 About a dozen cart-loads ; 
 And then I 11 let you go." 
 
1 72 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Und dell dem in Franzosisch 
 Dey moost shell de neetfool down 
 In less dan dwendy minudes, 
 Or, py Gott, I 11 purn de town." 
 
 " Item one tousand vatches 
 Of purest gold so fair ; 
 Dazu fiinf tousand silbern, 
 For de gommon soldiers wear ; 
 Und tree dousand diamant rings 
 Dey moost make tirectly come, 
 We need dem for our schweethearts 
 Ven we write to em at home ! 
 
 " Von million cigarren 
 
 Ve 11 accept ash extra boons 
 
 For not squeezin dem seferely, 
 
 Dazu dwelf tousand shbooris." 
 
 Here der maire fell down in schwoonin, 
 
 Denn all dat he could say 
 
 Vas, " O mon dieu, de dieu, dieu 
 
 Nous voila ruinees ! " * 
 
 No wort der Breitmann ootered, 
 He only make a sgratch, 
 
 * " O Lord, Lord, Lord ! 
 We are ruined ! " 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 173 
 
 Calm and silend, on de daple, 
 Mit a liddle friction match. 
 De maire versteh de motion, 
 So went him to de task 
 Of raisin mong de peoples 
 Vot it vas der Breitmann ask. 
 
 So kam he mit de ringe*, 
 Dey vind dem pooty soon 
 So kam he mit de vatches, 
 Und avery silber spoon. 
 Boot ash for de champagner, 
 He wept and loudly call 
 Dat/tfr dien! he hadn t any 
 For de Deutsch hafe troonk it all. 
 
 Ja ! de gorporal s guart have trinket 
 Efery pottle in de down, 
 Vhile dese negotiations 
 Oop-stairs vere written down. 
 Boot der Breitmann sooplimely, 
 Like von who nodings felt, 
 Said, " Instet of le champagner 
 Nous brentirons du gelt.* 
 
 * " We will take the ready gclt. n 
 
174 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Ja wohl ! Donnes cent mille franken, 
 
 C est mir e gal, you know ; * 
 
 Pid dem pring id in a horry, 
 
 For tis dime for oos to go/ 
 
 Der maire he pring de money, 
 
 Und der Breitmann squeeze his hand, 
 
 " Leb wohl, dou nople brickbat, 
 
 Herzbruder in Frankenland ! 
 
 " Boot it griefes my soul to larmen, 
 Und I sypatize mit dein, 
 To pense of you, mon ami, 
 Sans le champagner wein. 
 Dere will oder Deutsch pe gomin, 
 Und it preak mine heart to dink 
 De vay dey 11 bang and slang you 
 If dere s no champagne to trink ! 
 
 " Cela fous fera misere 
 Que she ne feux bas see ; 
 So, vollow mes gonseille s, 
 Et brenez mon afis. 
 
 " Yes, give a hundred thousand francs, 
 Tis all one to me, you know." 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 175 
 
 Shai, moi, deux mille boutelles, 
 De meilleur dat man can ashk,* 
 Vich I will gladly sell 
 Sheap as dirt ten franks a flask." 
 
 De maire look oop to heafen, 
 Wohl nodings could he say, 
 Vhile oud indo de mitnight 
 Der Breitmann rode afay. 
 Away atown de falley, 
 Till noding more abbears 
 Boot de glitter of de moonlight, 
 De moonlight on deir spears. 
 
 * " Ah, that will make you trouble, 
 Which I would not gladly see ; 
 So, follow all my counsels, 
 And take advice from me. 
 I have two thousand bottles, 
 The best " 
 
1 76 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 V. 
 
 BREITMANN IN BIVOUAC. 
 
 E sits in bivouacke, 
 
 By fire, peneat de drees: 
 A pottle of champagner 
 
 Held shently on his knees 
 His lange Uhlan lanze 
 
 Stuck py him in de sand ; 
 Vhile a goot peas-poodin sausage 
 Adorn his oder hand. 
 
 Und jungere Uhlanen 
 
 Sit round mit oben mout 
 To hear der Breitmann s shdories 
 
 Of fitin in de Sout . 
 Und he gife dem moral lessons, 
 
 How pefore de battle pops : 
 " Take a liddle brayer to Himmel, 
 
 Und a goot long trink of schnapps." 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 177 
 
 Denn his leutenant bemarket : 
 
 " How voonder shdrange it peen 
 Dat so very many wild pigs 
 
 Ish dis year in de Ardennes. 
 Ash I scout dere donner r wetter ! 
 
 I sah dem coom heraus, 
 Shoost here und dere an Eber 
 
 Mit a hoondert tousand sows. 
 
 " Shoost dink of all dese she-picks 
 
 Vot flet to neutral land ! " 
 Said Breitmann : " Fery easy 
 
 Ish dis to oonderstand : 
 Dese schwein-picks mit de sauen 
 
 Vot you saw a-roonin rond, 
 Ish a crate medempsygosis 
 
 Of the Frantsche demi-monde. 
 
 " I hafe readet in de Bible 
 
 How soosh a coterie 
 Vas ge-toornet indo swine-picks, 
 
 Und roon down indo de see; 
 Boot since de see aint handy, 
 
 Or de picks vere all too dumm. 
 Dey hafe coot agross de porder 
 
 Und vly to Belgium." 
 
 M 
 
1 78 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Now ash dey boorst oud laughin, 
 
 Und got more liquor out, 
 Dey hearden from de sendry 
 
 A shot und denn a shout. 
 Und Breitmann crasp his sabre 
 
 Quick ash de bullet hiss, 
 Und leapin out, demantet, 
 
 " Herr r r r Gott ! vat row ish dis ?" 
 
 Und bold der Schwabian answert : 
 
 " Dis minute on de ground 
 Dere corned a Frantschman greepin, 
 
 On all-fours a-prowlin round. 
 I ask him vat he vanted ; 
 
 Werda / I gry; boot he 
 Say nodings to my shallenge, 
 
 Und only answer Out? 
 
 " So I shoot him like der teufels, 
 
 Und I rader dink our friend, 
 Dis sneakin Frank-tiroir, 
 
 Ish a-drawin to his end/ 
 So dey hoonted in de pushes, 
 
 Und in avery gorner dig, 
 Boot, mein Gott ! how dey vas laughin, 
 
 Ven dey found a mordered pig. 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 179 
 
 Next week dey hear from Paris, 
 
 Und reat in de Gaulois 
 Of de most adrocious action 
 
 De vorlt vas efer saw. 
 How de Uhlan cannibalen, 
 
 Dis vile und awful prood, 
 Hafe killt a nople Frantschman, 
 
 Und cut him oop for food. 
 
 " Ja shop him indo sausage, 
 
 Und coot him indo ham ; 
 Und schwear dey 11 serfe all oders 
 
 Exacdly so py tarn ! 
 Sons of France, awake to glory, 
 
 Let your anciend valor shine ! 
 Und shweep dis Prussian vermin 
 
 Het und dails indo de Rhine ! " 
 
1 80 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 VI. 
 
 BREITMANN S LAST BARTY. 
 
 For fear of some missed onder standings, I vould shtate, dat dis is only 
 mean de last Barty dat der Herr Coptain Breitmann has ge given 
 as yed. Pimepy I kess he gife anoder von, und if I kits an 
 in-leading, or indrotuckshun, I kess I 11 go. I am von of de 
 vellers dat vas ad de virst Barty, vhere mine swister-in-law de 
 Madilda Yane vas tantz mit Herr Breitmann. 
 
 FRITZ SCHWACKENHAMMER, 
 
 Olim Studiosus Theologies, now Uhlan free-lancer, 
 und Segretarius of Coptain Breitmann. 
 
 >OT gollops at mitnight, 
 
 Mit ttroolah and yell, 
 Like der teufel s wild yager 
 Boorst loose out of hell ? 
 Vot cleams in the sonrise 
 Bright vlashin in gold ? 
 Das sind die Uhlancers 
 Of Breitmann der bold. 
 
 Dey frighten de coontry, 
 
 Dey ploonder de town ; 
 And when dey are oop 
 
 Die Franzosen co down : 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 181 
 
 For pefore de wild Norsemen 
 
 De Southron must flee ; 
 Ab ira Normannorum 
 
 Libera nos Domine ! * 
 
 How dey sweep de chateaux ! 
 
 How dey grab oop de hens ! 
 Und gobble de toorkeys 
 
 Shoot oop in de pens ! 
 Like de Angel of Deaf 
 
 Dey are ragin abroad : 
 You may track dem py fedders 
 
 Knee-deep in de road. 
 
 O der Breitmann ish on, 
 
 Und der Breitmann is on, 
 Und mit him de Uhlans 
 
 Are ploonderin gone. 
 De demon of fengeance 
 
 His wings o er em vave, 
 Mit deir fingers like hooks, 
 
 Und mit maws like de grafe. 
 
 Dey coom to a castel, 
 
 So shplendid, of bricks ; 
 Franzosen defend it, 
 
 Das help em gar nichts. 
 From the wrath of the Northmen, deliver us, Lord 1 
 
BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 For de Uhlans hafe take it, 
 
 Dey smash in de gate, 
 Und inshpired by Gott s fury, 
 
 Dey shdole all de plate. 
 
 From shamber to shamber 
 
 Dey fighted deir way, 
 Till dead in de hall 
 
 De Franzosen all lay ; 
 Und dere shtood a madchen, 
 
 So lieblich und hold, 
 Who laugh at de dead 
 
 Troo her ringlocks of gold. 
 
 Denn der Breitmann, all plooty, 
 
 To m madel so lind, 
 Spoke courtly und tender : 
 
 " Vy laughst dou, mein kind?" 
 Denn de plue-eyed young peaudy, 
 
 Mit lippe so red, 
 Said, " Vy not shall I laughen ? 
 
 Vhen Frenchmen are dead. 
 
 " I coom here from Deutschland, 
 
 De shildren to teach ; 
 Dey mock me for Deutsch, 
 
 Und dey sneer at mein sbeech ; 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 183 
 
 Und since de war komm, 
 
 I vas nearly gone mad, 
 You wouldn t peliefe 
 
 How dey dreet me so pad." 
 
 Mit a tear Breitmann bend 
 
 To de peaudifool miss ; 
 " Crate Gott ! cans t dou suffer 
 
 Soosh horrors ash dis ? " 
 His arm round de maiden 
 
 Der hero has bound, 
 Und it shtaid dere goot vhile, 
 
 Fore dey got it unwound. 
 
 w Ho ! fetch me de diamonds ! 
 
 Ho ! shell out de rings ! 
 Mit all in de castle 
 
 Of dat sort of dings." 
 Twas brought to de Captain 
 
 A donderin load : 
 At de veet of de madchen 
 
 Dat ploonder he trowed. 
 
 Ho ! pring oos champagner ! 
 
 Und light oop de hall ! 
 Dis night der Herr Breitmann 
 
 Will gife you a ball. 
 
1 84 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dat pile of dead vellers, 
 Vot died for La France, 
 
 May see, if dey like, 
 
 How de Shermans can tance." 
 
 Dey find lades garments, 
 
 Und troot to confess 
 Likewise som Frantsch maidens, 
 
 Who help dem to tress. 
 De rest of de Uhlans 
 
 Who hadn t soosh loves, 
 Fixed oop in black clothes 
 
 Mit white chokers und gloves. 
 
 Now hei ! for de fittles ! 
 
 Und hei ! for clavier ! 
 For de tantz of de Uhlans 
 
 De men of de speer ! 
 How de shendlemen ashk 
 
 If dey ; d blease introduce , 
 How de ladies mit beards 
 
 Were called Espionnes Trusses ! 
 
 Hei, ho ! how dey tanzet ! 
 
 Hei, ho ! how dey sang ! 
 How mit klingen of glasses 
 
 De braun arches rang. 
 
BREITMANN AS AN UHLAN. 185 
 
 How cley trill from deir hearts 
 
 Ash dey pour out der wein, 
 De songs of de Oberland, 
 
 Songs of der Rhein. 
 
 Und madder und wilder, 
 
 All whirlin around, 
 Vent Hans mit de maiden 
 
 In Bacchanal bound. 
 She belt to his peard, 
 
 Und dey gissed as if mad; 
 I tont dink dat efer 
 
 Vas dimes like dey had. 
 
 Boot calm in de hall, 
 
 Ever calm on de floor, 
 Was a row of still guests 
 
 Dat wouldt tantz nefermore. 
 Mit plood shtreams black winding, 
 
 Der lord mit his men, 
 When der Youngest Day cooms 
 
 Hans may meet dem acain. 
 
 Hoorah for der Uhlan, 
 
 So rash und so wild ! 
 Hoorah for der Uhlan, 
 
 Der teufel s own child ! 
 
i86 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dis ish " Breitmann s Last Barty, 
 Dey 11 sing it for years ; 
 
 De lords of de lanzes, 
 De sons of de speers. 
 
 For dey frighten de coontry, 
 
 Dey ploonder de town ; 
 Und when dey are oop 
 
 De Franzosen go down ; 
 For pefore de wild Norsemen 
 
 Weak Southrons moost flee, 
 Ab ira Normannorum 
 
 Libera nos Domine I 
 
BREITMANN IN PARIS. 
 (1869.) 
 
 " Recessit \r\ Franciara." 
 
 " Et affectu pectoris, 
 Et toto gestu corporis, 
 Et scholares maxime, 
 Qui festa colunt optime." 
 
 Carmina Burana, l^t/i century 
 
 |ER teufel s los in Bal Mabille, 
 
 Dere s hell-fire in de air, 
 De fiddlers can t blay noding else 
 
 Boot Orphee aux Enfers : 
 Vot makes de beoples howl mit shoy ? 
 
 Da capo bravo ! bis ! ! 
 
 It s a Deutscher aus Amerika : 
 
 Hans Breitmann in Paris. 
 
1 88 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dere s silber toughts vot might hafe peen, 
 
 Dere ; s golden deeds vot must : 
 Der Hans ish come to Frankenland 
 
 On one eternal bust. 
 Der same old rowdy Argonaut 
 
 Vot hoont de same oldt vleece, 
 A harm all de foon dere ish 
 
 Der Breitmann in Paris. 
 
 Mit a gal on eider shoulder 
 
 A holdin py his beard, 
 He tantz de Cancan, sacrament 1 
 
 Dill all das Volk vas skeered. 
 Like a roarin hippopotamos, 
 
 Mit a kangarunic shoomp, 
 Dey feared he d smash de Catacombs, 
 
 Each dime der Breitmann bump. 
 
 De pretty liddle cocodettes 
 
 Lofe efery dings ish new, 
 " D ou vient il done ce grand M sieu ? 
 
 O sacre nom de Dieu ! " 
 In fain dey kicks deir veet on high, 
 
 And sky like vlyin geese, 
 Dey can not kick de hat afay 
 
 From Breitmann in Paris. 
 
BRE1TMANN IN PARIS. 1 89 
 
 O vhere vas id der Breitmann life ? 
 
 Oopon de Rond Point gay, 
 Vot shdreet lie shoost pehind his house ? 
 
 La rue de Rabelais. 
 Aroundt de corner Harper s shtands 
 
 Vhere Yankee drinks dey mill, 
 Vhile shdraight ahet, agross de shdreet, 
 
 Dere lies de Bal Mabille. 
 
 Id s all along de Elysees, 
 
 Id s oop de Boulevarce, 
 He s sampled all de weinshops, 
 
 Und he s vinked at efery garge. 
 Dou schveet plack-silken Gabrielle, 
 
 O let me learn from dee, 
 If tis in lofe or absinthe drunks, 
 
 Dat dis wild ghost may pe ? 
 
 Und dou may st kneel in Notre Dame, 
 
 Und veep avay dy sin, 
 Vhile I go vight at Barriere balls, 
 
 Oontil mine poots cave in ; 
 Boot if ve pray, or if ve sin 
 
 Vhile nodings ish refuse, 
 Tis all de same in Paris here, 
 
 So long ash Foil s 1 amuse. 
 
190 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 O life, mein dear, at pest or vorst, 
 
 Ish boot a vancy ball, 
 Its cratest shoy a vild gallop, 
 
 Vhere madness goferns all. 
 Und should dey toorn ids gas-light off, 
 
 Und nefer leafe a shbark, 
 Sdill I d find my vay to Heafen or 
 
 Dy lips, lofe, in de dark. 
 
 O crown your het mit roses, lofe ! 
 
 O keep a liddel sprung ! 
 Oonendless wisdom ish but dis : 
 
 To go it vhile you re yung ! 
 Und Age vas nefer coom to hirru 
 
 To him Spring plooms afresh, 
 Who finds a livin spirit in 
 
 Der Teufel und der Flesh, 
 
BREITMANN IN LA SORBONNE. 
 
 ER Breitmann sits in La Sorbonne, 
 
 A note-pook in his hand, 
 Tvas dere he vent to lectures, 
 Und in oldt Louis le Grand. 
 Id s more ash two und dwendy years 
 
 Since here I used mein pen ; 
 Oh, where ish all de characders, 
 Dat I hafe known since denn ? 
 
 Der cratest boet efer vas, 
 
 Der pest I efer known, 
 Vent lecdures here, too, shoost like me, 
 
 Le Sieur Frangoys Villon. 
 He raise de teufel all arount, 
 
 He hear de Sorbonne chime ; 
 Crate shpirid ender in mein heart, 
 
 Und mofe mein soul to rhyme. 
 
 Dictes moy in what shpirit land 
 Ish Clara Lafontaine ? 
 
 Or Pomare, or La Frisette, 
 Who blazed on soosh a train ? 
 
192 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Shveet Echo flings de quesdion pack, 
 O er lake or shdreamlet lone ; 
 
 All eartly peauty fades afay, 
 Vhere ish dem lofed ones gone ? 
 
 Oh, vhere ish Lola Montez now, 
 
 So loved in efery land ? 
 How oft I shmoked dose cigarettes 
 
 She rollt mit vairy hand ! 
 Dat mighdy soul, dat shplendit brick, 
 
 A saint s pecome to be, 
 For mit soosh saints der Breitmann make 
 
 His Hagiologie. 
 
 Und vhere ish La Pochardinette ? 
 
 Ish she too mit de dead ? 
 She loafed de Latin Quarter mit 
 
 A hat und fedder on her het. 
 Lebe wohl petite Pochardinette ! 
 
 Qui ne safait refuser, 
 Ni la ponche a la bleine ferre, 
 
 Ni sa pouche a un paiser. 
 
 O Prince ! dese quesdions all are nix, 
 
 I sit here all alone, 
 Mit von refrain to end de shdrain, 
 
 Vhere ish mein lofed vons gone ? 
 
BREITMANN IN LA SORBONNE. 193 
 
 Vhen Marcovitch has cut und run, 
 
 Und Schneider s off de ving, 
 Some cray old reprobate like me 
 
 Vill of dese lofed vons sing. 
 
 N 
 
BREITMANN IN FORTY-EIGHT. 
 
 woned once a studente, 
 All in der Stadt Paris,* 
 Whom jeder der ihn kennte, 
 
 Der rowdy Breitmann hiess. 
 He roosted in de rue La Harpe, 
 
 Im Luxembourg Hotel, 
 Twas shoost in anno 48, 
 Dat all dese dings pefel. 
 
 Boot he who vouldt go hoontin now 
 
 To find dat rue La Harpe, 
 Moost hafe oongommon shpecdagles, 
 
 Und look darnation sharp. 
 For der Kaisar und his Hausmann 
 
 Mit hauses made so vree. 
 Dere roon shoost now a Bouleverse 
 
 Vhere dis shdreet used to pe. 
 
 * There is a German student s song which begins with this couplet. 
 
BREITMANN IN FORTY-EIGHT. 195 
 
 In dis Hotel de Luxembourg, 
 
 A vild oldt shdory say, 
 A shtudent vonce pring home a dame, 
 
 Und on de nexter day, 
 He pooled a ribbon from her neck 
 
 Off fell de lady s het ; 
 She d trafelled from de guillotine, 
 
 Und valked de city deadt. 
 
 Boot Breitmann nefer cared himself 
 
 If dis vas falsch or drue, 
 I kess he hat mit lifm gals 
 
 Pout quite enough to do. 
 Und Februar vas gomin, 
 
 Ganz revolutionnaire, 
 Und vhere der Teufel had vork on hand. 
 
 Der Hans vas alvays dere. 
 
 Und darker grew de beople s brows, 
 
 No Banquet could dey raise, 
 So dey shtood und shvore at gorners, 
 
 Or dey singed de Marseillaise. 
 Und here und dere a crashin sound 
 
 Like forcin shutters ran, 
 Und boorstin gun-schmidts vindows in 
 
 Hard vorked der Breitemann. 
 
195 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 He helped to howl Les Girondins, 
 
 To cheer de beople s hearts ; 
 He maket dem bild parricades 
 
 Mit garriages und garts. 
 Vhen a bretty maiden sendinel 
 
 Vonce ask de countersign, 
 He gafe das kind a rousin giss, 
 
 Gott hute dir und dein ! 
 
 Und wilder vent de pattle, 
 
 France spread her oriflamme, 
 Und deeper roared de sturm-bell, 
 
 De bell of Notre Dame ; 
 Und he who nefer heard it, 
 
 O er shots und cries of fear, 
 Loud booming like a dragon s roar. 
 
 Has someding yet to hear. 
 
 Und in de Faubourg Sainte Antoine 
 
 Dere corned a fusillade, 
 Und dyin groans und fallin deadt 
 
 Vere roundt dat parricade. 
 But der song of Revolution 
 
 From a tousand voices round, 
 Made a fearful opera gorus 
 
 To de deat gries on de ground. 
 
BREITMANN IN FORTY-EIGHT. 197 
 
 Und all around dose parricades 
 
 Dey raise der teufel dere ; 
 Somedimes dey vork mit pig-axes, 
 
 Und somedimes mit gewehr. 
 Dey maket prifate houses 
 
 Gife all deir arms afay, 
 Und denn oopon de panels 
 
 Dey writet Armes donnees. 
 
 Und ve saw mid roarin vollies, 
 
 Shtreaked like banded settin suns, 
 Two regiments coome ofer, 
 
 Und telifer oop deir guns. 
 Hei ! how de deers vere roonin : 
 
 Hei ! how dey gryed hurrahs ! 
 For dey saw de vight vas ofer, 
 
 Und dey know dey gained deir cause. 
 
 Dus spoke deir hearts outboorstin, 
 
 In battle by de blade, 
 From sun to sun mit roarin gun 
 
 Und donnerin parricade. 
 In vain pefore de depudies 
 
 De princes tremblin stood, 
 Vot cooms in France too late a day 
 
 Cooms shoost in dime for blood. 
 
198 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Vhen de Tuileries vas daken, 
 
 Amid de scotterin shot, 
 Und vlyin stones, und howlin, 
 
 Und curses vild und hot, 
 Tvas dere Hans clobbed his musket, 
 
 Und dere de man vas first 
 To roosh into de palace, 
 
 Ven de toors vere in-geburst 
 
 Some vellers burn de guart-haus, 
 
 Some trink des Konigs wein ; 
 Some fill deir hats mit rasbry sham, 
 
 Und prandy beeches fein. 
 Hans Breitmann in de gitchen 
 
 Vas shdare like avery ding, 
 To see vot lots of victual-de-dees 
 
 Id dakes to feed a king. 
 
 Und oder volk, like plackguarts, 
 
 Vent dook de goaches out ; 
 Und burnin dem, dey rolled dem 
 
 Afay mit yell und shout. 
 Der Breitmann in der barlor, 
 
 Help writen rapidly, 
 La liber te potir la Pologne ! 
 
 Likevise -pour FItalie ! 
 
BREITMANN IN FORTY-EIGHT. 199 
 
 Den in der Tuileries courtyard 
 
 Ten tousand volk come on ; 
 Dey vas gissin und hurrahin 
 
 For to dink der king vas gone. 
 Some vas hollerin und tantzin 
 
 Round de blazin oldt caboose ; 
 Vhen Frantschmen kits a goin, 
 
 Den dey lets der teufel loose. 
 
 Boot von veller set me laughin, 
 
 Who roosh madly roun de field \ 
 He hat rop de Cluny Museum, 
 
 Und gestohlen speer und schild. 
 Mit a sblentit royal charger, 
 
 Vitch he hat somevhere found, 
 Like a trunken wild Don Quixote, 
 
 He vent tearin oop und round. 
 
 Doun vent de line of Bourbons. 
 
 Doun vent de vork of years, 
 Ash de pillars of deir temple 
 
 Ge-crashed like splintered speers ; 
 Und o er dem rosed a phantom, 
 
 Wild, beautiful, und weak, 
 Vhile millions gry arount her 
 
 Vive ! vive la Republique ! 
 
200 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Tree days mid shdiflin powder shmoke, 
 
 Tree days mid cheers und groans, 
 Ve fought to guard de parricades, 
 
 Or pile dem oop mit shtones. 
 De hand vitch held de bistol denn, 
 
 Or made de crowbar bite, 
 Das war de same Hans Breitmann s hand 
 
 Vitch now dese verses write. 
 
Vlaenderen, dag en nacht 
 
 Denk ik aen u. 
 Waer ik ook ben en vaer, 
 Gy zyt my altyd naer. 
 Vlaenderen, dag en nacht 
 
 Denk ik aen u. 
 
 Overal vrolykheid, 
 
 Overal lust. 
 
 Maegden van fier gelaet, 
 Knapen zoo vroom en draet. 
 Overal vrolykheid, 
 
 Overal lust. 
 
 Hoffmann von Fallersleben. 
 
 SPA. 
 
 >HEN sommer drees shake fort deir leafs, 
 
 Ash maids shake out deir locks, 
 Und singen mit de rifulets, 
 
 Vitch ripplen round de rocks, 
 Und beople swarm land-outwards, 
 
 Und cities weary men, 
 Hans Breitmann rode de Belgier mark 
 For Spa in Les Ardennes. 
 
202 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Und vhen he came to Spadenland, 
 
 He found it fein und fair, 
 For dey pour him out de pe ke schnapps, 
 
 Dazu elixir rare ; 
 Und mit a soldier s inshdink 
 
 To find a shanse to shoot, 
 Mitout delay he fire afay 
 
 Right in de Grande Redoute.* 
 
 De virst shot dat der Breitmann fired 
 
 He pring de peaches down, 
 For he hit de double ze ro mit 
 
 A gold Napoleon. 
 Und ash he raked de shiners in, 
 
 He hummed a liddle doon : 
 " I kess I tont try dat again," 
 
 Said he, dis afdernoon. 
 
 Boot vhen he coom to rouge et noir, 
 
 A tear fell tripplin denn, 
 Id look so moosh like goot old dimes, 
 
 To come dose games again. 
 Yet vhen he lossed a hundred francs, 
 
 He sadly toorned afay, 
 " I d rader keep de tiger here, 
 
 Dan vight him, any day." 
 
 * La Redoute the gambling-room at Spa, 
 
BREITMANN IN SPA. 203 
 
 Und shtanding py de daple, 
 
 He saw a French lorette 
 Vat porrowed shpecie all around, 
 
 Und lossed at efery bet. 
 " Id s all de same mit dis or dat, 
 
 Or any kind of sin, 
 De lorette or de rolette hot 
 
 Will make de money shpin." 
 
 He trinket of Le Pouhon well, 
 
 Und from La Sauvenie re ; 
 He tried it ad de Barisart, 
 
 Und auch de Geronstere. 
 " Dey say dat Troot lie in a well, 
 
 So trink from all we can, 
 Und here we 11 prove dat Troot is Health," 
 
 Dat s so, says Breitemann. 
 
 So long in ruined Franchimont 
 
 He sat on hollowed ground, 
 Und dinked of Wilhelm de la Marck, 
 
 Who d raked dat coontry round. 
 " Mein Gott ! how id vas mofe mine heart 
 
 To read in hishdory, 
 Und find de scattered shinin lights 
 
 Of vellers shoost like me I 
 
204 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " Dis nople boar-pig of Ardennes, 
 
 Dis shtately Wallowin lord, 
 Vas make him vamous py de pen, 
 
 Und glorious py de swordt. 
 Und showed his hero-scholarship, 
 
 Ven he wrote to de pishop, Satis, 
 Brulabo monasterium 
 
 Vestrum, si non payatis. 
 
 " Dey say dat in de keller here 
 Dere lifes a coblin briest, 
 
 Dereto a teufelsjagersmann 
 Vot guard a specie chest. 
 
 if I vonce could find de vay, 
 Und spot dat box of checks, 
 
 1 voonder shoost how long twould pe 
 Pefore I d twis deir necks." 
 
 Und in de Walk of Meyerbeer, 
 
 Vhere plashin brooklets ring, 
 He see vhere in de water wild 
 
 De wood-birds flip deir wing. 
 " Ash de prooklet s lost in de rifer, 
 
 Und de rifer s lost in de sea, 
 Mine soul kits lost on water < plain, :? 
 
 Says Breitemann, says he. 
 
BREITMANN IN SPA. 205 
 
 Und ash he walked de Meyerbeer 
 
 He marcked, peside de way, 
 A rock shoost like a wild boar s head, 
 
 Vraie tete du sanglier. 
 Der Breitmann heafe a shiant sigh, 
 
 Und say mit motion grand : 
 Von crate ide ish iiber all 
 
 In dis der Schweinpig s land. 
 
 He drafel troo de Val d Ambleve, 
 
 He lounge de schweet Sept Heures, 
 He shdare indo de window-shops, 
 
 Und see de painted ware.* 
 He looket at de fans und dings, 
 
 Denn said, " To tell de trut , 
 Dere s painted vares more dear ash dis 
 
 Oop shdairs in La Redoute." 
 
 Und sittin in de Champignon, 
 
 Vitch rose neat Lofe s schweet hand, 
 He read in books of Marmontel, 
 
 Of Jeannette et Lubin. 
 Id s nice to see Simplicitas 
 
 Rococoed oop mit viewers, 
 Und dink soosh virtue shdill may life 
 
 In dis base voridt of ours. 
 
 * Spa is famous for painted ornamental wooden ware, such as fans 
 and boxes. 
 
2o6 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Tvas here, oopon de Spadoumont 
 
 Deir gottashe used to set ; 
 Tvas here they keeped von simple cow 
 
 Likevise an lettuce-bett. 
 Berhaps I hafe crown vorldly since, 
 
 Yet shdill may druly say, 
 Dat in mine poyhood s tays I vas 
 
 Apout so good ash dey. 
 
 But he vot vant to see dis land, 
 
 Und has nod time for all : 
 Eash woodland nook und shady brook: 
 
 On Herr Marcette shouldt call. 
 For he has baintet all to live 
 
 Vhen de drees demselfs are gone ; 
 Und shoost so goot as artist, auch, 
 
 Ish he bon compagnon. 
 
 Farevell, schveet Spa dou home of viewers 
 
 Of ruin and of rock, 
 Vhere vild pirds sing und de band ish blay 
 
 Eash tay at sefen o clock. 
 If all de shbrees dat Spa has seen 
 
 Vere melted into von 
 De soul vouldt reach Nirwana lost 
 
 In transcendental fun. 
 
OSTENDE, 
 
 Hupsa ! jonker Jan, 
 
 Die wel ruiter worden kan. 
 
 OON tidings to der Breitmann came 
 
 Ash he sat at table end, 
 Dere s right goot fisch at Blankenberghe, 
 
 Und oysters in Ostend. 
 Denn to Ostland ve will reiten gaen, 
 
 To Ostland o er de sand, 
 Dou und I mit pridle drawn 
 For dere ish de oyster land. 
 
 Und vhen dey shtood bei Ostersee, 
 
 Vhere de waters roar like sin, 
 Dere coom five htmdert fischer volk 
 
 To dake der Breitmann in. 
 " Gotts doonder ! Should ve doomple down 
 
 Amoong de waters plue, 
 I kess you d vant more help from me 
 
 Dan I should vant from you ! 
 
208 BREITMANN BALLADS, 
 
 " If you hat peen vhere I hafe peen 
 
 Und see vot 7 hafe see, 
 Vhere de surf rise oop nine tausend feet, 
 
 In de land of Nieuw Jarsie ; 
 Und schwimmed dat surf ash / hafe schwimmed, 
 
 Peside de Jersey stran " 
 
 From dat day fort de Ostland men 
 
 Shdeered glear of der Breitemann. 
 
 Boot von ding set him shvearin so, 
 
 I dinked he d nefer cease, 
 De Ostend oysters kostet more 
 
 In Ostend als Paris. 
 Hans asked an anciendt fisherman, 
 
 To splain dis if he may, 
 Und says he, " Mijn Heer dey re beter hier 
 
 Als ein hundert leagues afay. 
 
 " Und as de oysters beter hier 
 Of course dey kostet more" 
 
 Der Breitmann dock his bilcrim shdaff, 
 Und toorned him to de toor. 
 
 Says Hans, " De Vlaemsche fischermen 
 Can sheat de vorldt I pet, 
 
 Dey sheaten von anoder too, 
 All s fisch to a Dutchman s net. 
 
BREITMANN IN OSTENDE. 209 
 
 " Der king peginned a palace hier, 
 
 De palace hat to shtop, 
 He foundt de beoples sheaten so 
 
 Pie gife de bildin oop. 
 Aldough das Leben hier ish goot, 
 
 Ad least Ostend-sibly " 
 
 So shpoke der Breitemann und cut 
 
 Dat city py de sea. 
 
GENT. 
 
 Wie kennt die stad waer alles nog 
 Van Vlaenderens grootheid spreekt? 
 
 Waer ontrouw, valschheid en bedrog 
 Van schaemte nog verbleekt ? 
 
 LEDEGANCE, 
 
 il F I hat gold, as I hafe time, 
 A/ I tells you how tvere shpent, 
 ssi ^ On efery year I d shtay a week 
 
 In Vlanderen s hoofstad, Gent 
 For, oh ! de sveet wild veelins, 
 
 In dat stad do mofe me so, 
 Vhen I d dink of all de clorious men 
 Vot life dere long aco. 
 
 If efer man hat manly heart, 
 
 He d veel dat heart to beat, 
 Vhen mit de oldten dime of Ghent 
 
 He valks troo efery shdreet. 
 Und ach ! de volk are yet so goot, 
 
 It gave me soosh a pliss, 
 Ven I hear a bier-hous spielman sing 
 
 A melodic like dis : 
 
GENT. 2ir 
 
 " Het was op eenen Monday. 
 
 All on a Monday free, 
 Dat mijnheere Jacob Van Artevelde 
 
 Unto his men said he : 
 He seide Mijn lief gesellen, 
 
 Ve all moost ride out land, 
 And trive our way to Bruges town, 
 
 Or Brussel in Braband. 
 
 " Und as he oonto Brussel cam, 
 
 De meisjes sprong from bed, 
 Und found Mynheere Van Artevelde 
 
 Mit a cross-bolt troo his head." 
 Und shoost pecause dis bier-hous song 
 
 Recht troo my heartsen vent, 
 I feel dat I could life und die 
 
 All in de down of Gent. 
 
S GRAVENHAGE. THE HAGUE, 
 
 dis boem, mein freund der Herr Breitraann hafe his 
 fiews on art pefore-geset mit a deepness und short- 
 hood vich is bropably oonliked in Aesthetik. Ve 
 hafe here, within de circumcomprehensifeness of dirty-two 
 lines, a the orie vitch shortsomely exbressed sends to der 
 teufel efery dings ash vas efer gescribed pefore on kunst or 
 art, und maket efery podies from Baumgartner doun to 
 Fischer und Taine, look shoost like puddin-headet okl 
 gasbalgs. Boot to de boem. For de informadion of dem 
 ash ish not gestudied art, I vould shtate dat Adriaan Brauwer 
 (who ish as regards an unvollkomene technik de first of all 
 Holland malers), vas nefer paint nodings boot droonken 
 plackguards und liederlich dings, und Van Ostade und Jan 
 Steen vas in most deir bilds a goot deal like him. 
 
 FRITZ SCHWACKENHAMMER. 
 
 Hans reitet troo de Nederland, 
 
 From Rotterdam below, 
 To Gravenhaag und Leyden 
 
 Und Haarlem all a row ; 
 
BREITMANN ON PAINTING. 213 
 
 He shtoodit in de galleries 
 
 A tausend works of art ; 
 Boot ach der Adriaan Brauwer, 
 
 Vent most.teepest to his heart. 
 
 Und dus exglaim der Breitmann 
 
 In woonder-solemn sh drain, 
 " De cratest men vere Brauwer, 
 
 Van Ostade, und Jan Steen 
 Der Raflfael vas vel enof ; 
 
 Dat ish in his shmall vay ; 
 Boot Gott im Himmel ! vot vas he 
 
 Coompared mit soosh as dey ? 
 
 " Shoost see dat vight of troonken boors 
 
 Von tears de Oder s goat : 
 Vhile de oder mit a pointet knife 
 
 Ish goin for his troat. 
 Und a madchen mit a tree-leg shtuhl 
 
 Ish clip him on de het, 
 In dese higher human passion valks, 
 
 Der Raffael s coldt und deadt. 
 
 " De more ve digs into de eart 
 
 Or less ve seeks a star, 
 DC nearer ve to Natur coom, 
 
 More pantheistic!! far ; 
 
2 1 4 BREITMANN BALL A DS. 
 
 To him who reads dis myst ry right, 
 
 Mit insbiration gifen, 
 Der RafTael s rollen in de dirt, 
 
 Vhile Brauwer soars to Heafen." 
 
LEYDEN. 
 
 shveet to valk in Holland towns 
 
 Apout de twilicht tide, 
 Vhen all ish shdill on proad canals, 
 
 Safe vhere a poat may elide. 
 Shdrange light on darkenin vater falls, 
 
 In long soft lines afar, 
 Der abenddroth on dunkelheit, 
 Vitch shows or hides a star. 
 
 De pridges risen all aroundt 
 
 So quaindly, left und right, 
 Pedween each pridge und shattow, lies, 
 
 A lemon of yellow light, 
 Und das volk a-goin ober, 
 
 So darklin onwarts pass, 
 Dey look like Chinese shattows shown 
 
 Apofe a lookin-glass. 
 
 All shdiller grows, und shdiller, 
 
 Sogar die efenin preeze, 
 Ish only heardt far ober het 
 
 In dese long lines of drees ; 
 
2 16 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 A real oldt Holland feelin 
 Cooms gadderin ober all, 
 
 You d nefer dink a sturm hat peen 
 Oopon dis Grand Can awl. 
 
 De nople houses ! how dey d mofe 
 
 An old New Yorker s heart, 
 Time vas twix dese imd dose at home 
 
 You could nt tell em part, 
 Mit crate brass knockers on de toors, 
 
 Und parlors town so low 
 You see de crates a glowin prite 
 
 O er carbets ash you go. 
 
 Dere s comfort-full of avery dings, 
 
 You veel it ash you look, 
 You knows de volks ish opulend, 
 
 Und keep a bully cook ; 
 Und oopon de high camine, 
 
 Or here und dere on shelf, 
 Dere s Japanesisch dings in rows, 
 
 Pe mingled oop mit delf. 
 
 Deres noding in dis Holland life, 
 Vitch seems of present day, 
 
 De fery shildren in de shdreeds 
 Look quaintlich as dey blay 
 
BREITMANN IN LE YD EN. 2 1 7 
 
 De liddle rosy housemaids, 
 
 In bicdures veil I know, 
 De dames und heers hafe all an air 
 
 Of sixdy years ago. 
 
 They may dalk of anciendt hishdory 
 
 Und for romantisch seek, 
 De ding dat mofes most teeply ish 
 
 Old-vashioned not antique. 
 O if you live in Leyden town 
 
 You 11 meet, if troot pe told, 
 De forms of all de freunds who tied 
 
 Vhen du werst six years old, 
 
SCHEVENINGEN. 
 
 OR DE MAIDEN S COORSE. 
 
 Oldt Fldmisch. 
 
 ET vas Mijn Heer van Torenborg, 
 
 Ride oud oopon de sand, 
 Und vait to hear a paardeken ; 
 Coom tromplin from de land. 
 He vaited vhen de boeren volk 
 
 Vent oud oopon de plain, 
 He vaited dill de veary crows 
 Flew nestwarts home acain. 
 
 He vaited ash de wild fox vaits 
 
 In long-some hoonger noth, 
 He vaited dill de flitterin bats 
 
 Vere plack on Abendroth. 
 Id s woe to watch for taily bread 
 
 Or bide forgotten call, 
 Boot oh, to vait for heartsen lofe 
 
 Ish veariest of dem all. 
 
SCHEVENINGEN. 219 
 
 " O dat ish not mine laity s prooch 
 
 Shoost now so star-like shined, 
 O dat ish not mine laity s haar 
 
 Soft floatin on de wind. 
 Her goot crayhound mit soosh a step 
 
 Vas nefer vont to go, 
 Und dat is niet her paardeken 
 
 Whose shtep so veil I know. 
 
 w Dat light ish speer light from a lanz 
 
 Vitch 11 part mine pody und soul, 
 De floatin haar is a pennon gay 
 
 Or warm banderol. 
 De crayhound ish a ploot-hound wild 
 
 Vitch long has dracked me here, 
 Und het paardeken ish a var-horse 
 
 Vot has hoonted me like deer." 
 
 Well shpoke Mijn Heer van Torenborg 
 
 All drue vas afery wordt, 
 For dey bored him troo mit lanzen, 
 
 Und dey hewed him mit de swordt. 
 Dey killt him armloss, harmlos ; 
 
 De plooty reiver band ; 
 Und puried him so careloosly 
 
 Dat his vace shtick out de sand. 
 
220 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Boot e er night s plack hat toorned to red 
 
 Or e er de stars vere gone, 
 Dere came de shtep of a paardeken 
 
 Soft tromplin, tromplin on. 
 A laity fair climped off on him 
 
 Und trip mit dainty toes : 
 Boot oh, mijn Gott ! how she vas shkreem 
 
 Ven she trot on her drue lofe s nose ! 
 
 " Oh vot ish dis I trots opon ? 
 
 Ids shape fool well I know, 
 Dere nefer yet vas flower like dis 
 
 Dat in de garten crow. 
 Dere nefer yet vas fruit like dis 
 
 Ash ripen on a dree ; 
 Het is Mijn Heer van Torenborg 
 
 Dat kan ik blainly see. 
 
 " Dat heerlijk nose, van Torenborg, 
 
 Ish known of anciend dime, 
 Tis writ in olten chronikel 
 
 Und sung in minsdrel rhyme. 
 Und dis, de noblest of de race 
 
 Since hishdory pegans, 
 Ish shtickin here shdraighdt out de dirt, 
 
 Shoost like some boer manns. 
 
SCHEVENINGEN. 221 
 
 " Oh cuss de man dat mordered him ! 
 
 Ach, cuss him oop and down, 
 Ja cuss him troo de forest roads, 
 
 Und tamn him in de toun ! 
 Und bum his vater und moder, 
 
 Vhere er deir vootshteps vail, 
 Mit his schwesters und his broders, 
 
 De teufel rake dem all 1 
 
 " May afery cuss dat e er vas cusst, 
 
 Since cussin foorst pegan ; 
 Pe hoorled in von drementous cuss, 
 
 Acainsdt dat nasdy man ! 
 From de foorst crate cuss on Adam, 
 
 To de smalles of de crop " 
 Here de tead man gafe a shifer, 
 
 Und gry oud " For Gott s sake shdop / 
 
 " Dere s a cerdain lot of shwearin, 
 
 Vitch anger alvays crafes ; 
 Boot spite like dat s enof to pring 
 
 De tead men from deir craves. 
 I can t lie here no longer, 
 
 Und hear soosh pizen pain ; 
 Und since you ve shtirred me out, I kess 
 
 I 11 coom to life acain. " 
 
222 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Mit von drementous shkreem of pliss, 
 
 His drue lofe shtood de shock 
 Den catcht him wildly py de nose, 
 
 " Ach Torenborg lev st du nock ! 
 Ach ja du aint st nod tead yet ! 
 
 Dere s life shdill lef pehind, 
 Gott pless de chance dat lef dy nose, 
 
 Shdill wafin in de wind." 
 
 Mit hands all ofer diamonds, 
 
 She loosed de sand apout, 
 Mit an oyster-shell so wildly 
 
 She digged her lofer out. 
 " Und now dou rt in free air, lofe ! 
 
 Who warst shoost now in sand ! 
 Dere vas nt ish a nicer man, 
 
 In all de Nederland ! " 
 
 Vhere vas dit liedeken written, 
 
 Vhere vas dit liedeken sing, 
 Dat had gedone Hans Breitmann, 
 
 In de town of Schevening ! 
 Tvas written ober Rheinwein, 
 
 Tvas written ober bier 
 Und wer das lied gesungen hat, 
 
 Gott geb ihm ein glucklich s jalir.* 
 
 * And to him who sung this song, 
 God give a happy year ! 
 
AMSTERDAM. 
 
 O Amsterd m came Breitmann 
 
 All in de Kermes tide ; 
 Yonge Maegden allegader 
 
 Filled de straat on afery side. 
 De meisjes in de straaten 
 
 Vere tantzin alle nacht long ; 
 
 Dere vas kissen, dere vas trinken, 
 
 Mit a roar of Holland song. 
 
 Who went into de straaten 
 
 Ven de sonn had gone his day, 
 De Dootch gals quickly grapped him, 
 
 Und tantzed him wild avay. 
 Dere was der Prinz von Capua, 
 
 Who fell among dese wags ; 
 Dey tantzed him off in a carmagnole, 
 
 Und sent him home in rags. 
 
 Und den at afery gorrier, 
 
 So peaudifool to see, 
 De volk was bilin dough-nuts, 
 
 Or else was fryin tea. 
 
224 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Und Kermes cakes mit boetry, 
 Vitch land-volk dinks a dreat, 
 
 Mit all of Barnum s blayed out shows 
 In dents along de shdreet. 
 
 Id pring de tears to Breitmann s eyes, 
 To find in many a shtand 
 
 Vot oft he d baid a quarder for 
 To see in a distand land. 
 
 De Aztec dwins und de Siamese 
 
 (Dough soom vere a wachsen sham) 
 
 Mit de Beardet Frau und de Bear Woman- 
 All here in Amsterdam. 
 
 De fashion here in Nederland 
 
 Ish not vot you d soopose, 
 Mit oos, men bays de vomens, 
 
 Boot de Dootch gals hires deir beaux! 
 Dey hire dem for de season, 
 
 Und pecause moosh rain ish fell, 
 Dey alvays bays a higher brice, 
 
 For a man mit an umberell. 
 
 Und dere was Nord Hollander maids, 
 
 So woonderfool to see, 
 Mit caps of gold und goldne pins, 
 
 Und quaint orfeverie. 
 
BREITMANN IN AMSTERDAM. 225 
 
 Likewise de Zeeland boersmen, 
 
 Mit silber bootons gay ; 
 Und silber belts, und silber knives, 
 
 Mijn Gott ! how sdrange vere dey ! 
 
 But dough de men wore silber gear, 
 
 Und de vrouws in gold were tall, 
 De gals vere gabblin all de dimes, 
 
 Und de men said nod ing at all. 
 " Dey say dat sbeech is silbern, 
 
 Boot silence golden pe, 
 Dat aint de vay dey vork id here," 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Goot Gott ! how Breitmann vent it, 
 
 In moonlighdt or in rain ; 
 Den vakened to Schied m it, 
 
 Ven de mornin peamed again. 
 For to solfe von awfool broplem, 
 
 He vas efer shdill incline ; 
 If den wijn is beter als de min,* 
 
 Or de min doet veel meer als de wijn. 
 
 Dwo weeks der Breitmann studiet, 
 Vile he vent it on de howl. 
 
 * If wine is better than loving, 
 
 Or if love doth much more than wine. 
 
226 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 He shpree so moosh to find de troot, 
 Dat he lookt like a bi-led owl. 
 
 Den he say, " Ik wil honor Bacchus, 
 So long as ik leven shall ; 
 
 Boot not so moosh vercieren 
 As to blace him ofer all 
 
 De rose of lofe is lofely 
 
 In zomer ven it plow ; 
 De bush shdill gifes a bromise, 
 
 In winter mid de shnow ; 
 Ja, als de bloeme is geplukt, 
 
 En van den steel genomen,* 
 Ve know de peautiful vill life, 
 
 Till zomer is gekomen. 
 
 Boot oh dose vas arch-heafenly dimes, 
 
 Ven by mine lofe I sat ; 
 Und see de maedchen pring de grapes, 
 
 Und crash dem in a vat. 
 Und ven her glances unto mine 
 
 In plessfool ropture toorn ; 
 I dink dere ne er vas no dwo crapes 
 
 Like dern plue eyes of hern. 
 
 * Yes, when the flower is plucked. 
 And taken from the stem. 
 
BREITMANN IN AMSTERDAM. 227 
 
 Wat is soeter als de trinken,* 
 , Ja niet kan beter zyn. 
 Niet is soeter as de minne, 
 
 It smackt nog beter als wijn. 
 Es giebt nichts wie die Madchen, 
 
 Es gibt nichts wie das Bier, 
 Wer liebt nicht alle beide, 
 
 Wird gar kein Cavalier. 
 
 O vot ve vant to quickest come, 
 
 Ish dat vot s soonest gone. 
 Dis life ish boot a passin from 
 
 De efer-gomin-on. 
 De gloser dat ve looks ad id, 
 
 De shmaller it ish grow ; 
 Who goats und spurs mit lofe und wein, 
 
 He makes it fastest go. 
 
 * What is sweeter than this drinking? 
 
 Yes naught can better be. 
 Naught is sweeter, though, than loving ; 
 
 It tastes better than wine to me. 
 There s nothing like the maidens, 
 
 There s nothing like good beer, 
 And he who does not love them both 
 
 Can be no cavalier. 
 
BREITMANN AM RHEIN. COLOGNE. 
 
 OW wunderschon das Vaterland 
 
 In audumn-life abbears ; 
 Vot rainpows gild ids vallies crand, 
 
 Ven seen troo vallin tears. 
 Und VON I ll creet mit sang und klang, 
 
 Und drown in goldnen wein ; 
 Old Deutschland s cot her sohn again : 
 Hans Breitmann s on der Rhein. 
 
 Und doughts ish schwell dat mighdy hear", 
 
 Too awfool for make known ; 
 Ven dey shunt him from de railroat car 
 
 Und tropped him in Cologne. 
 De holy towers of de dome 
 
 Cleam, twilicht-veiled, afar ; 
 Und like some lonely bilgrim s pipe, 
 
 Dim shines de efenin star. 
 
BKE1TMANN AM RHEIN COLOGNE. 229 
 
 fians look to find his baggage check, 
 
 Und see dat all ish shdraighdts, 
 Denn toorn him to de city toors, 
 
 " Mein nadife land vvie gehts?" 
 Boot dat j vot all who read may run 
 
 Fool blainly armies write ; 
 Id s ofer all half Shermany, 
 
 Set down in Black and White. 
 
 Oh, Black and White ! O Weiss and Schwarz ! 
 
 Vot dings ish dis to see ? 
 I vonder vot in future years 
 
 Your mission ish to pe ? 
 Also in crate America 
 
 We had soosh colors too ! 
 Die Fa rb sind mir nicht unbekannt * 
 
 Id s shoost tout comme chez nous. 
 
 Next tay to de Cathedral 
 
 He vent de dings to view, 
 Und found it shoost drei thaler cost 
 
 To see de sighds all troo. 
 " Id s tear," said Hans ; " boot go ahet, 
 
 I fe cot de cash all right ; 
 Boot id s queer dat s only Protestands 
 
 Vot mosdly see de sighdt ! 
 * The colours are not unknown to me. 
 
230 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " Im Mittelalter I hafe read 
 
 De shoorsh vas alvays sure 
 An open bicdure gallerie, 
 
 Und book for all de poor. 
 Boot now de dings is so arrange 
 
 No poor volk can get in ; 
 We Yankees nnd de Englisch are 
 
 Pout all ash shbends de tin. 
 
 " I shmiles like Mephistopheles 
 
 In shoorshes ven I see 
 Poor Catholics vollerin round apout 
 
 To shdeal a sighdt troo ME ! 
 Dey peep und creep roundt chapel gates, 
 
 Boot soon kits trofe afay, 
 Dey gross demselfs, und make a brayer 
 
 Boot den dey cannot bay ! 
 
 " Dese Deutsche sacrisdans might learn 
 
 More goot in Italy, 
 Where beoples bays shoost half de brice, 
 
 For ten dimes more to see, 
 De volk vot dink I shbeak sefere 
 
 Apout dese Kiister vays, 
 May read vot Mr Badeker 
 
 In his Belgine Hand Buch says." 
 
BKETTMANN AM RHEIN COLOGNE. 231 
 
 Und valkin oop und town de down 
 
 Von ding vas slid ill de same: 
 Shoost ash of oldt he saw de shpread 
 
 Of Jean Farina s name. 
 He find it nort , he find it sout , 
 
 He find it eferyvhere ; 
 Dere vas no house in all Cologne 
 
 Boot J. M. F. vas dere.* 
 
 De best Cologne in all Cologne 
 
 I 11 shwear for cerdain sure, 
 Ish maket in de Jiilichsplatz 
 
 Und dat at Numero Four. 
 Boot of dis Cologne in Jiilichsplatz 
 
 Let dis pe undershtood, 
 Dat some of id ish foorst-rate pad, 
 
 Vhile some is foorst-rate good. 
 
 Boot von ding drafellers moost opserve, 
 
 Dis treadful trut I dells, 
 Fast ash dis Farinaceous crowd 
 
 So vast hafe grown the schmells 
 
 " Us etaient deux alors ; ils sont mille aujourd hui. 
 Sur ces temps primitifs le doux progres a lui, 
 Et chacque jour le Rhin vers Cologne charrie 
 De nombreux Farinas, tous seul, tous Jean Marie. " 
 
 Le Maout, " Le Parfumeur" cited by Eugene Rimmel in 
 Le Livre des Parfums, Paris, 1870. 
 
232 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dose awfool schmells in gass und strass 
 Vitch mofe crate Coleridge squalm : 
 
 If so he wrote, vot vouldt he write 
 Apout dem now, py tarn ? 
 
 Of all de schmells I efer schmelt, 
 
 Py gutter, sink, or well, 
 At efery gorner of Cologne 
 
 Dere s von can peat dat schmelL 
 Vhen dere you go you 11 find it so, 
 
 Don t dake de ding on troost ; 
 De meanest skunk in Yankee land 
 
 Vould die dere of disgoost. 
 
 Boot noding dinked der Breitmann 
 
 Of schmutz or idle schein, 
 Vhen he sat in Abendammerung 
 
 Und looket owd on der Rhein 
 Im goldnen gleam vhile pealin far 
 
 Rang shlow, shveet kloster bells, 
 Und in de dim, plue peaudiful, 
 
 Rose distant Drachenfels. 
 
 Dey trinket lieb Liebfrauenmilch, 
 So pure ash voman s trut ; 
 
 De singed de songs of Shermany, 
 De songs of Breitmann s yout . 
 
BREITMANN AM RHEIN COLOGNE. 233 
 
 De songs mit tears of vanished years, 
 
 Made peaudiful in wein. 
 Dus endet out de firster tay 
 
 Of Breitmann on der Rhein, 
 
AM RHEIN. No. II. 
 IM KAHN. 
 
 Were diu werlt alle min, 
 
 Von deme mere unze an den Kin, 
 
 Des wolt ih mih darben, 
 
 Daz diu dame von Engellant 
 
 Lege an minen armen. 
 
 Carmina 
 
 M Rhein ! Acain am Rheine ! 
 In boat oopon der Rhein ! 
 De castle-bergs soft goldnen 
 
 Im Abendsonnenschein, 
 Mit lots of Rudesheimer, 
 
 Und saitenklang und sang, 
 Und laties singin lieder, 
 Ash ve go sailin long. 
 
 Und von fair Englisch dame 
 Vas dere, so wunderscheen ; 
 
 Vene er der Breitmann saw her, 
 Id made his heartsen pain. 
 
BREITMANN AM RHEIN. 235 
 
 Oh, dose long-tailed veilchen Augen, 
 Vitch voke soosh hopes und fears, 
 
 Deir shape vas nod like almonds, 
 Boot more like Tallin tears. 
 
 Und shpecdagles were o er dem, 
 
 De glass of pince-nez kind, 
 In mercy to de beoples, 
 
 Less dey pe shdrucken blind. 
 Und gazin in dem glasses, 
 
 Reflected he pehold 
 De Rhine, mit all de shdeam-poats, 
 
 Und crags in Sonnengold. 
 
 De signs upon de bier-haus ; 
 
 De gals a-washin close ; 
 De wein-garts on de moundain, 
 
 Like heafenly shdairs in rows ; 
 De banks, basaltic-paven, 
 
 Like bee-hife cells to view ; 
 A donkey shtandin on dem, 
 
 Likevise her lofer too. 
 
 All dis oopon dos glasses 
 
 Vas blainly to pe seen ; 
 One saw whate er vas nodiced, 
 
 Py de schone Englandrinn. 
 
23b BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Boot oh ! de fery lofe-most 
 
 Of all dat lofe-most pe 
 Her own plue veilchen Augen 
 
 Herself she couldt not see. 
 
 So 1st es in dis Leben ; 
 
 For beaudy oft we spied, 
 Nor know de cratest peaudy 
 
 Ish in our soul inside. 
 Mem Gott ! Vot himmlisch shplendor 
 
 Vas seen mitout an toubt, 
 If some crate bower supernal 
 
 Vas toorn life insite out ! 
 
 Und gazin long on Natur, 
 
 Und gazin long on Man, 
 Shdill all dings glite voriiber, 
 
 Ash since de vorldt pegan : 
 Ash in dat laity s glasses, 
 
 Ve see dem bassin py ; 
 Yet veel a soul beneat dem, 
 
 A schweet eternal eye. 
 
 O schone Englisch maiden 
 Mit honey colored hair, 
 
 Dat flows ash if a bienen korb 
 Had got oopsettet dere 
 
BREITMANN AM RHEIN. 237 
 
 Und all de schweetness of your soul 
 
 Vas dripplin from your brain ! 
 Oh shall I efer meet mit dir 
 
 Oopon dis eart acain? 
 
 O Englisch engel maiden ! 
 
 O schveet betaubend dofe ! 
 O Rheinwein und cigarren ! 
 
 O luncheon, mixed mit lofe ! 
 O Drachenfels und Nonnenwerth ! 
 
 O Liebeslust und pein ! 
 Dus ents de second chapterlet 
 
 Of Breitmann on der Rhein. 
 
AM RHEIN. No. III. 
 
 NONNENWERTH. 
 
 (Alt Deutsch.) 
 
 E shtood peside de Kloster-place, 
 
 Oopon de Rheinisch shore, 
 Und dere he saw a lofely face, 
 He d seen in treams pefore. 
 
 " Feinslieb, und will st dou go rait me ? 
 
 Feinslieb, make no delay; 
 For rocks ish shdeep und vales ish teep, 
 
 Und dings ish in de way." 
 
 " Und oh ! how can I go mit dir, 
 
 Or flyen out of land ? 
 Der bischof holts me py de law, 
 
 Der Rheingraf by der hand. 
 
 " Liebsherz, if dou could st land warts germ, 
 
 I d follow willingly ; 
 Boot we are leafs, und shdrong s de shdem 
 
 Vitch pinds oos to de dree." 
 
BREITMANN AM RHEIN. 239 
 
 " Der briest who belt dee py de law 
 
 Ish now a broken man ; 
 Der Rheingraf who vouldt marry dee 
 
 Ish in der Kaisar s ban. 
 
 " Und if de Kloster-beoples here 
 
 Vill shdop your goin to town, 
 Bei Gott ! I 11 burn von half of dem, 
 
 De Oder half I 11 trown ! 
 
 " Denn linger not to back dy drunk, 
 
 Boot led our lofe hafe vings ; 
 Dere s milliners in fair Cologne, 
 
 Vill make you avery dings." 
 
 She toorn her eyes im mondenschein, 
 
 She schmile so heafenly : 
 " Dear lofe, so shendle und so goot ! 
 
 I 11 cut away mit dee. 
 
 " Und do not kill de Kloster-volk, 
 
 Tvouldt only bring tiscrace : 
 Dough if I had de abbess here, 
 
 Lort ! how I d slap her vace ! " 
 
 De moonlighdt blayed oopon de drees, 
 
 It shined oopon de blain, 
 Two forms rode in de mitnight woods, 
 
 Und nefer coomed ao;ain. 
 
MUNICH. 
 
 GAMBRINUS. 
 
 " Vot ish Art ? Id ish somedings to drink, objectively fore-ge-brought 
 in de Beaudiful. Doubtest dou? derm read, ash /hafe read, de Dyon- 
 isiacs of Nonnus, und learn dat de oop-boorstin of infinite worlds into 
 edernal Light und mad goldnen Lofeliness yea of dein OT.VH soul is 
 typifide only py de CUP. Vot! shdill skebdigal? Tell me denn, 
 O dou of liddle fait, vere on eart ish de kunst obtain ids highest form if 
 not in a BIERSTADT ?* Ha ! ha ! I poke you dere /" 
 
 Caupo Recauponatus, MS. by Fritz Schwackenhammer, olim 
 canditatus theologies at Tubingen, shoost now lagerbierwirth 
 in St Louis. (Dec. 1869.) 
 
 Cerevisia bibunt homines 
 Animalia ceterse fontes. 
 
 I. 
 
 a field of goldnen parley 
 Goot King Gambrinus shlept, 
 
 Und treamin pout de dursty volk, 
 Dey say he gried und vept. 
 
 * Bierstadt Herr Schwackenhammer had evidently here in view, not 
 only the American artist BIERSTADT, but also the great city of Munich, 
 specially famous for its manufacture of beer. 
 
MUNICH. 241 
 
 " In all mine land of Nederland, 
 
 Dere crows no mead or wein, 
 Und wasser I couldt nefer get 
 
 Indo dis troat of mem. 
 
 " Now hear me on, ye headen gotts ! 
 
 Und all de Christian too ; 
 Der Bacchus und der Shoopider, 
 
 Und Marie tressed in plue ! 
 Und mighdy Thor, der donner gott, 
 
 Und any else dat be ! 
 Der von as helps me in dis Noth, 
 
 His serfant I will pe." 
 
 Und ash dis sinfull headen 
 
 All in de parley lay, 
 Dere coom in tream an angel 
 
 Who soft dese worts tid say : 
 " Stay oop, dou boor Gambrinus ! 
 
 For efen all aroundt 
 Im parley vhere dou shleepest, 
 
 Some dings goot to trink ish found. 
 
 " Im parley vhere dou shleepest 
 
 Dere hides a trink so clear, 
 D.it men will know zukunftig 
 
 Ash porter ale or bier." 
 
242 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Und denn in Nederlandisch 
 
 He put de konig troo, 
 Und gafe him allwhile treaming 
 
 De recipe to prew. 
 
 Oop rose der goot Gambrinus, 
 
 Und shook him in de sun : 
 " Go vay, ye sinfool headen gotts 1 
 
 Mit you its out und done ! 
 Ye fe left me mit mine beoples 
 
 In error und in durst, 
 Til] in our treadful tryness, 
 
 Ve tont know vitch is wurst" 
 
 Dat vas der goot Gambrinus 
 
 Oonto his palac t vent, 
 Und loafers troo de Nederland 
 
 To all his lordts he sent. 
 " Leave Odin or you lose your hets \ 
 
 De order vas sefere, 
 Yet tinged mit mildness, for he sent 
 
 De recipe for bier. 
 
 O den a merry sound vas heardt 
 
 Of bildin troo de land, 
 Und de kirchen und de braweries 
 
 Vent oop on efery hand ; 
 
MUNICH. 243 
 
 For de masons dey vere hart at vork, 
 
 Und trinkin hart at dat, 
 Und some hat bricks mitin de hods, 
 
 Und some mitin deir hat. 
 
 Dey prew it in de Nederland, 
 
 Dey prew it on de Rhine ; 
 Boot in de oldt Bavarian land, 
 
 Dey make it shdrong und fein. 
 Und he dat trinks in Munich, 
 
 Ash all goot vellers know, 
 Has got somedings to dink apout, 
 
 Vherefer he may go. 
 
 II. 
 
 Hafe you heardt of Kong Gambrinus ? 
 
 If you hafen t id vas gueer, 
 For he vas de first erfinder 
 
 Und de holy saint of bier. 
 Und his bortrait, mit a sceptre, 
 
 Fery peaudifool to see, 
 Hangs on afery lager-bier house, 
 
 In de land of Germanie. 
 
244 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Efery vhere de whole world ofer, 
 
 Deutschers paint him on de sign, 
 As a broof dat dey are dealin 
 
 In de Bok und Lager line. 
 Crown und bier-mug, robe und ermine 
 
 German signs of empire, dese, 
 Mit a long white beard a fallin 
 
 Fery nearly to his knees. 
 
 Vonce dis bier-saint, pright und early, 
 
 Rose from bett und vent his vay, 
 To a dark mysderious gastle, 
 Vhere his lager-donjon lay. 
 Vhile de lark s first song vas ringin , 
 
 Und die roses shone in dew, 
 Den his soul vas shoost in order 
 To enshoy de early brew. 
 
 Deeply, awfooly he schwilled it, 
 
 Till de vaults seem toornin round ; 
 Und vhile tipsy wer tips he 
 
 In he falls und dere is trowned. 
 Yet vhile goorglin in de bier-fass, 
 
 Biously he gafe his soul : 
 " Gott verdammich ! Donnerwetter ! 
 
 Himmels sacrament-a-mol ! " 
 
MUNICH. 245 
 
 Dere dey found der kong " departed," 
 
 Not mitout his stir-up cup : 
 Moosh dey woonderd dat he berishet 
 
 Vhen he might hafe troonk it oop ; 
 Or dat his long peard vitch floatet 
 
 Fool a yard on efery side, 
 Hadn t buoyed him from destrugdion : 
 
 Dus der beer-dead monarch died. 
 
FRANKFORT-ON-THE-MAIN. 
 
 Sankt Martin war ein frommer Mann 
 Trank gerne Cerevisiam, 
 Und hatt er kein Pecuniam 
 So liess er seinen Tunicam. 
 
 (COMMENT BY HERR SCHWACKENHAMMER.) 
 
 ONCE oopon a dimes in Frankfort der Herr Breite- 
 mann exsberiencet an interfal pedween de periot 
 ven he hat gespent de last remiddance he hat be 
 come from home, und de arrifal of de succeedin wechsel, 
 or bill of exghange und, in blain derms, was hard up. 
 Derefore he vent to dat goot relation who may pe foundt at 
 den or fifdeen per cent, all de worlt ofer, " mine Onkel," 
 und poot his tress-goat oop de shpout for den florins. No 
 sooner vas dis done, dan dere coomed an inflation from de 
 English laity in whom he vas so moosh mit lofe in be 
 taken, to geh mit her to a ball-barty. Awful bad vas he 
 veel, und sot apout tree hours mitout say in nodings, und 
 denn wann his hand, boorst out mit de vollowin version 
 of dat peaudiful lied by Wilhelm Caspary : 
 
FRANKFORT-ON-THE-MAIN. 247 
 
 " Mein Frack ist im Pfand-haus? 
 
 Mine tress-goat is shpouted, mine tress-goat aint hier, 
 Vhile you in your ball-ropes go splurgin, mein tear ! 
 To barties mit you I m infitet you know, 
 Boot my pest coat ish shpouted mine poots are no go. 
 To hell mit mine Onkel dat rasgally knafe ! 
 Dis pledgin und pawnin has mate me his slafe ! 
 Ven I dink of his sign-bost, den dree dimes I bawl, 
 Vhile mine plack pants hang lonely und dark on de wall. 
 
 Goot night to dee fine lote so lofely und rich, 
 
 Mein tress-goat ish shpouted gon-fount efery stitch ! 
 
 I dinks dat olt Satan troo all mine affairs, 
 
 Lofe, business, und fun, has peen sewin his tares. 
 
 My tress-goat ish shpouted mine tress-goat aint here, 
 
 While you in your glorie go shinin, mein tear, 
 
 Und de luck of der teufel ish loose ofer all, 
 
 Vhile my black pants hang lonely und dark on de wall. 
 
 Dis four-goin song vas over-set by der Hans Breitmann 
 from de German of Wilhelm Caspary, whose lyric vas a 
 barody on a dranslation made indo Deutsch by Freiligrath 
 from anoder boem py Sir Waldherr Scott, vitch Sir Wald- 
 herr vas kit de id^e of from an oldt Scottish ballad vitch 
 pegin mit de vorts 
 
248 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " My hearts in de Hielands, mein hearts ish nae bier, 
 Mein hearts in de Hielands, in wilden revier ; 
 It hoonts for de shtag, und id hunts for de reh, 
 Mein hearts ist im Hochland wo immer ich geh. 
 
 Dis is de original Scotch, so goot as I can mineself re- 
 memper it. Ven I vas dell der Herr Karl Blind pout dis 
 intercommixture of perplexified dransitions from Scotch to 
 English, and dence into German, and dereafter into a 
 barody, vitch vas be done ofer again indo Herr Breitmann s 
 own slanguage, he sait it vas a Rattenkonig a phrase 
 too familiar to mine readers to require any wider complica 
 tion.* 
 
 * Rattenkonig, or Rat -king, is a term applied in German to a 
 droll mixture of incidents or details. It is derived from an extraor 
 dinary story of twelve rats, with one (their king) in the centre, which 
 were found in a nest with their tails grown together, firmly as the 
 ligament which connects the Siamese Twins. 
 
1 f I 
 
 BREITMANN IN ROME. 
 
 [ERE J S lighds oopon de Appian, 
 Dey shine de road entlang ; 
 Und from ein hundert tombs dere brumms 
 
 A wild Lateinisch song ; 
 It rings from Nero s goldnen haus ; 
 
 Evoe ! here he coom ! 
 Fly oud, ye moenads, from your craves ! 
 Hans Breitmann s got to Rome ! 
 
 For vhile de lamp holts oud to purn, 
 
 Or von goot shpark ish dere, 
 Dere s hope for all of dem whose lives 
 
 Ish doun in Lempriere. 
 Von real, shemdne heathen 
 
 Is coom at last to home ; 
 Ye shleepin gotts, lift oop your hets 
 
 Hans Breitmann lifes in Rome ! 
 
250 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Silenus mit der Hercules, 
 
 Dere-to der Maia s sohn, 
 Ish all unite in Breitmann 
 
 To make a stunnin one. 
 Frau Venus mit de Bacchanals 
 
 1st shmile to see him come ; 
 De Vesta only toorn her pack 
 
 Vhen Breitmann kit to Rome. 
 
 He vented to de Vacuum, 
 
 Vhere de Bope ish keep his bulls ; 
 Boot couldn t vind dem, dough he heardt 
 
 Dat all de blace vas fools. 
 Dere ish here and dere some ochsen^ 
 
 Right manivest I see ; 
 Boot de bools all comes from Irish priests, 
 
 Said Breitemann, said he. 
 
 Und goin py de Vacuum, 
 
 Und passin troo de yard ; 
 Mein Gott ! how vas he stoomple, vhen 
 
 He see de Schweitzer guard, 
 Mit efery kinds of colors tresst, 
 
 Like shtreamers in de van. 
 " Hans Wurst ist stets ein Deutscher g west," 
 
 Das marked der Breiteman. 
 
BREITMANN IN ROME. 25 1 
 
 Und dus replied an guartsmann : 
 
 " I shoys to see you here : 
 Ich bin dem Bapst sei Laibgaertner. 
 
 Dazu a halberthier. 
 Dis purpur kleid of yellow-plue 
 
 Vas made, ash I hafe heard, 
 Py von Hans Michel Angelo, 
 
 Der tailor of our guard. 
 
 " Ve re shoost von hoondert dirty strong, 
 
 Ve list for twenty year ; 
 De serfice ist not pad, boot dis 
 
 Verdamm das Romisch bier ! 
 For ven mit birra gazzosa 
 
 A maiden fills my glass, 
 She might ash veil gife gift ash say 
 
 * Feinslieb, ich schenk dir dass ! " 
 
 Und dus rebly der Breitmann : 
 
 " Un Tedesco Italianazato, 
 Ein Deutscher toorned Italian, ish 
 
 II diavolo in carnato. 
 Your clothes are like infernal flames, 
 
 Dey burn my fery soul ; 
 Boot to-night we 11 trink togedder nun 
 
 Lieb landsmann lebe wohl ! " 
 
252 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 At de Sherman artisds festa, 
 
 Vhere all vas pright und fair, 
 Tvas fairer und more prighterfull 
 
 Vhen Breitmann enter dere. 
 Und der vaiters in de Greco 
 
 (So long he trinked und sot) 
 Vas called him L Ubbriacone 
 
 Tvas de name der Breitmann got 
 
 He saw a veller in de shtreet, 
 
 Vot sell some friction-matches ; 
 De kind dey call Infallible, 
 
 For dey blazes ven you scratches. 
 Dey dragged him off to brison, 
 
 Und tied him mit a rope ; 
 For in Rome dere s nix Infallible, 
 
 Dey said, excebt de Bope. 
 
 Hans see de crate Prometheus, 
 
 In Corsini s gallery hang ; 
 He tought apout de matches, 
 
 Und it made his heart go bang. 
 It s risk to carry light apout, 
 
 Too cheap for efery man ; 
 How de Lucifers is fallen !* 
 
 Ita dixit Breitemann. 
 
 * " Lucifers." The first name applied in America to friction matches, 
 and one still used by many people. 
 
BREITMANN IN ROME. 253 
 
 He got among de Bope s Zouaves, 
 
 Dey trinked from morn to night ; 
 Den frolicked colle belle 
 
 Ontil de shky crew plight. 
 It blease der Breitmann vonderfool, 
 
 And dus he often say : 
 " Zouaviter in modo ish 
 
 Der real Roman way." 
 
 Boot oh, his heart burned vild mit fire, 
 
 His eyes gefilled mit tears, 
 At de gotts in efery bilder saal, 
 
 Mit goats legs, tails, und ears. 
 Und he sopped " Ach liebes Deutschland, 
 
 Bist here on every hand ? 
 Was machst du Mephistophele s 
 
 So weit im Walschen Land ? " 
 
 Boot de wood-nymphs boorst out laughin, 
 
 Der Garten-go tt dere to, 
 Und sait " Oldt Hans ! vile you re apout 
 
 Ve nefer can look blue." 
 Den Pan blay on his Syrinx, 
 
 To de tune of Mary Blane, 
 " Don t gry pecause ve re out of town, 
 
 Ve re coming pack asrain. 
 
254 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 li Von day you got de yolk und vhite, 
 
 De next day only shells ; 
 Von day dey holts a council, 
 
 Und de next day someding else ! 
 Id s hopes und kings, und gotts and dings, 
 
 Oopon dis eartly ball ; 
 Boot for me id s all von frolic, 
 
 Und a high oldt carnival ! 
 
 " Rise oop, dou Odin-trafeler, 
 
 Und toorn dee to de Nort, 
 Wherefrom, as Bible dells dee, 
 
 Crate efil shall come fort. 
 Dere is mutterins in Ravenna, 
 
 Und ere long dere 11 come a turn, 
 A real hell-bender from de land 
 
 Of Dieterich von Bern. 
 
 " Und ven der Breitmann s prototype, 
 
 Der Fictoor Manuel, 
 Cooms tromplin, tromplin troo de fern, 
 
 To give dis coontry hell. 
 Und ven in La Comarca, 
 
 Der is shtorm in all de air, 
 Dy Gotts vill gife dee vork, mein Sohn, 
 
 Hans Breitman shall be dere ! " 
 
BREITMANN IN ROME. 255 
 
 For a yar will nod be ofer 
 
 Pefore de Frantsch will run, 
 Und de game at last be ented ; 
 
 Und Italy pe won. 
 Und denn in roarin battle, 
 
 For hishtory so grand, 
 Dy banner 11 lead de Uhlan spears, 
 
 All in de Frankenland. 
 
LA SCALA SANTA. 
 
 " Robusti sono i fatti." 
 
 Discorso del Terremoto, del S. Alessandro 
 Sardo. Venetia, A.D. 1586. 
 
 San Gianni Lateran, 
 
 Dey ve cot a flight of shdairs, 
 More woonderful ash nefer vas, 
 
 As Latin pooks declares. 
 For you kits your sins forgifen, 
 
 If you glimes dem knee py knee ; 
 It s such a gitten up a stairs, 
 I nefer yet did see. 
 
 Now as Breitmann vas a vaitin 
 
 Among some demi reps, 
 Ascensioncm expectant, 
 
 To see dem glime de steps, 
 Dere came a sinful scoffer, 
 
 Who his mind had firmly set 
 To go dem holy sdairs afoot, 
 
 Und do it on a bet ! 
 
 Boot shoost as he vas startet, 
 To make dis sassy go, 
 
LA SCALA SANTA. 257 
 
 Der Breitmann caught him py de neck, 
 
 Und tripped him off his toe ! 
 Und den dere come de skience, 
 
 A laprenez gardez vous ; 
 For he bung his eye and bust his shell, 
 
 Und shplit his noshe in dwo. 
 
 De briest vere so astonish, 
 
 To see him lam de man, 
 Dat dey shvore a holy miracle 
 
 Vas- vork by Breitemann. 
 Says Breitmann, " I m a heretic, 
 
 But dis you may pe bound, 
 No chap shall mock relishious dings 
 
 Vhile I m a bummin round. 
 
 " Und you owes me really noding, 
 
 For as I ll plainly show: 
 At last I Ve found out someding 
 
 Vot I alfays vant to know. 
 Und now dat I have found it, 
 
 In de newspapers I ll brag : 
 Evviva! Ho trovato, 
 
 Vot means a Scala-Wag."* 
 
 * Scalawag An American word, of very doubtful origin, signifying a 
 low, worthless fellow. 
 
BREITMANN INTERVIEWS THE POPE. 
 
 " Altri beva il Falerno, altri la Tolfa. 
 
 Toscana re, dite 
 Pria ch io parli dite." 
 
 Bacco in Toscano, di Francesco Redi. 
 
 " Si regressum feci metro 
 Retro ante, ante retro 
 Quid si graves sunt acuti ? 
 Si accentus fiant muti? 
 Quid si placide, plene, plane 
 Fregi frontem Prisciani? 
 Sat est Verbum declinavi 
 Titubo-titubas-titubavi." 
 
 Barnaba Itinerarium. London, 1716. 
 
 >ON efenin ash der Breitmann vent from his weinhaus 
 
 vinkin, 
 
 So peepy mit Falernian vitch he vas starkly trinkin, 
 He found his hut and goat was gone, dey d dook em oud 
 
 for dryin, 
 Und in deir blace a priester hut und priester mantel lyin. 
 
 Der Breitmann poot de triangel oopon his het, and whistled, 
 Den rop de cloak around his form, and down de Corso 
 mizzled. 
 
BREITMANN INTERVIEWS THE POPE. 259 
 
 De beoples gazed mit staunischment as bey clem he go 
 
 vheelin, 
 He look ganz oltra tramontane, so twisty vas his reelin. 
 
 Next tay in Vaticano, while he shtared at frescoes o er him 
 Hans toorned und mit amazemend saw der Pabst vas 
 
 shoost pefore him ! 
 Down on his knees der Breitmann vent for so de law is 
 
 teaches ; 
 He proke two holes in de bavement und likevise shblit his 
 
 preeches. 
 
 " Ego video," says de Bope " tu es antistes ex Almania, 
 Est una mala gente et corrupta con insania, 
 Un fons hereticorum et malorum tut terribile, 
 Perche non vultis che ego il Papa sei infallibile." 
 
 "Sit verbo venia," said Hans, "permitte, Sancte Pater, 
 Num verum est ut noster rum gemixta est mit water ? 
 In coelis wo die gotter live, non semper est sereno, 
 Nor de wein ash goot ash decet in each spactio di vino. 
 
 " Sunt mihi multi fratres qui si denkunt ut dicisti, 
 Ego kickerem illos, valide, per sanguine de Christi ! 
 In nostro monasterio si habemus nostrum reritum 
 Contra infallibilita non curamus rubrum centum.* 
 
 * " If we can in our monastery collect our rents, we do not care a red 
 cent for infallibility." 
 
26o BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " Viginti nostrorum nuper convenere, 
 In quodam capitulo, simul et dixere ; 
 Papa vult Concilium in Romam tenere, 
 Quid debemus super hoc ipsi respondere? " * 
 
 Et dixit noster presul, " Es ist mir omnis unus, 
 Si Papa est infalliblis, tanquam non sum jejunus, 
 Si Nonus est Pius aut Pius est Nonus 
 Diabolus curat. Non accipio dieser onus. 
 
 " Si possum me jacere circum vitrum Rhenovinit 
 Es ist mir wurst si Papa est originis divini : 
 Deus se fecit olim homo, et nahm das irds che Leben, J 
 Et nunc Papa noster will sich selbst zum Gott erheben. 
 
 * This verse is parodied from the lines of a ribald old Latin song, 
 "Viginti Jesuiti nuper convenere." 
 
 t "If I could throw myself outside of, or around, a glass of Rheni. c l; 
 wine." " If I could see a glass of whisky," said an American, " I d 
 throw myself outside of it mighty quick." Since writing the above, I 
 have seen the expression thus given in a copy of La Belle Sauvage. 
 Bill of the Play, London, Jtme 27, 1870. 
 
 " Nay these natives simple creatures 
 Had resolved that for the future 
 Each his own canoe would paddle, 
 Each his own hoe-cake would gobble, 
 And get outside his own "whisky" 
 
 % "Deus se fecit olim homo," &c. A very curious epigram to this 
 effect was placed upon "Pasquin" \vhile the writer was in Rome, 
 during the past winter. It was as follows : 
 " Perch e Eva mangio il pomo 
 Iddio per riscattarci si fece uomo, 
 Ed ora il Nono Pio 
 Per mantenerci schiavi, si fa Die." 
 
BREITMANN INTERVIEWS THE POPE. 261 
 
 Ita dixit Breitmann et sanctus Pater respondit : 
 Me place semper intendere tutto cio che Ton dit, 
 Sed tu die mihi la sua ragione : 
 Tu non homo natus es, solus mangiar maccheroni. 
 
 " Tonitrus et cespes ! " dixit Johanes Breitmann. 
 " Si veritatem cupies, tune ego sum der right man ; 
 Percute semper ferrum dum caldum est et malleable, 
 Nunc est tuum tempus te facere infallible. 
 
 " In nostra America quum Prseses decet abire ; 
 Die ultimo fecit omne quod posset imaginire. 
 Appointet ambasciatores et post-magistros, 
 Consules et alios, per dextros et sinistros. 
 
 " Quum Rex Bomba ista Neapolit anus, 
 
 Compulsus fuit to shin it ut dixit Africanus 
 
 Fecit ultimo die ducos et countos, vanus. 
 
 (Inter alios McCloskey, tuus Hibernicus chamberlanus.)* 
 
 " Et quia tu es ; ut credo ; ultimus Poporum, 
 Facis bene devenire, quod dicitur High Cockalorum 
 Sei magnissimus toad in the puddle, ite caput, magnamente ; 
 Et ERITIS SICUT DEUS, nemine contradicente ! 
 
 * M Closky. An Irish adventurer, admirably depicted by Mr Charles 
 Lever. 
 
262 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 " Unus error solus, Sancte Pater commisisti. 
 
 Quia primus infallible non te proclamavisti, 
 
 Nam nemo audet dicere : Papa fecit quod non est bonus. 
 
 Decet semper jactare super alios probandi onus. 
 
 " Conceptio Immaculata, hoc modo fixisti, 
 Et nemo audet dicere unum verbum, de isti : 
 Non vides si infallibilis es, et vultis es exdare,* 
 Non alius sed tu solus hanc debet proclamare." 
 
 " Figlio mio," dixit Papa ; " Tu es homo mirablis, 
 Tua verba sunt mi dulcior quam ostriche cum Chablis 
 In tutta Roma, de Alemania gente, 
 Non ho visto uno con si grande mente. 
 
 " Vero benedetto es eris benedictus, 
 Tibi mitterem photographiam in quo sum depictus. 
 Tu comprendes situatio il punto et gravamen. 
 Sunt pauci clerici ut te. Nunc dico tibi. Amen ! " 
 
 * Do you not see that if you are infallible, and wish to give it out. 
 
THE FIRST EDITION OF BREITMANN. 
 
 SHOWING HOW AND WHY IT WAS THAT IT NEVER APPEARED. 
 
 " Uns ist in alten Maeren 
 
 wunders viel geseit 
 Von Helden lobebaeren, 
 
 von grosser Arebeit. 
 Von Fasten und Hochzeiten, 
 
 von Weinen und Klagen, 
 Von kuehnen Recken Streiten, 
 
 moht Ihr nun Wunder hb ren sagen." 
 
 Der Nibelungett Lied, 
 
 \O oos, in anciend shdory, 
 
 Crate voonders ish peen told 
 Of lapors fool of glory, 
 
 Of heroes bluff und bold ; 
 Of high oldt times a-kitin, 
 Of howlin und of tears, 
 Of kissin and of vightin, 
 All dis we likes to hears. 
 
 Dere growed once dimes in Schwaben, 
 
 Since fifty years pegan, 
 An shild of decend elders, 
 
 His name Hans Breitemann. 
 
264 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 De gross adfentures dat he had, 
 
 If you will only look, 
 Ish all bescribed so truly 
 
 In dis fore-lyin book. 
 
 Und allaweil dese lieder 
 
 Vere goin troo his het, 
 De writer lay von Sonntay 
 
 A-shleepin in his bett j 
 Vhen, lo ! a yellow bigeon 
 
 Coom to him in a dream, 
 De same dat Mr Barnum 
 
 Vonce had in his Museum. 
 
 Und dus out-shprach de bigeon : 
 
 " If you should brint de songs 
 Or oder dings of Breitmann 
 
 Vhich to dem on-belongs, 
 Dey will tread de road of Sturm and Drang, 
 
 Die wile es mohte leben,* 
 Und be mis-geborn in pattle 
 
 To dis fate ish it ergeben." 
 
 Und dus rebly de dreamer : 
 " If on de ice it shlip, 
 
 * During its life. 
 
THE FIRST EDITION OF BREITMANN. 265 
 
 Denn led id dake ids shanses, 
 
 Rip Sam, und let er rip ! 
 Dou say st id vill pe sturmy : 
 
 Vot sturmy ish, ish crand, 
 Crates heroes ish de beoples 
 
 In Uncle Samuel s land. 
 
 " Du bist ein rechter Gelbschnabel,* 
 
 O golden bigeon mine, 
 Und I 11 fighdt id on dis summer, 
 
 If id dakes me all dis line. 
 Full liddle ish de discount, 
 
 Oopon de Yankee peeps." 
 " Go to hell ! " exglaim de bigeon ; 
 
 Foreby vas all mine shleeps. 
 
 Dere vent to Sout Carolina 
 
 A shentleman who dinked, 
 Dat te pallads of der Breitmann 
 
 Should papered pe und inked. 
 Und dat he vouldt fixed de brintin 
 
 Before de writer know : 
 Dis make to many a brinter, 
 
 Fool many a bitter woe. 
 
 * Thou art a very puppy. 
 
266 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 All in de down of Charleston, 
 
 A druckerei he found, 
 Where dey cut de copy into takes 
 
 Und sorted it around. 
 Und all vas goot peginnen, 
 
 For no man heeded mooch, 
 Dat half de jours vas Mericans 
 
 Und half of dem vas Dutch. 
 
 Und vorser shtill, anoder half 
 
 Had vorn de Federal plue, 
 Vhile de anti-half in Davis grey 
 
 Had peen Confeterates true. 
 Great Himmel ! vot a shindy 
 
 Vas shdarted in de crowd, 
 Vhen some von read Hans Breitmann, 
 
 His Barty all aloud ! 
 
 Und von goot-nadured Yankee, 
 
 He schwear id vos a shame, 
 To dell soosh lies on Dutchmen, 
 
 Und make of dem a game. 
 Boot dis make mad Fritz Luder, 
 
 Und he schwear dis treat of Hans, 
 Vos shoost so goot a barty 
 
 Ash any oder man s. 
 
THE FIRST EDITION OF BREITMANN. 267 
 
 Und dat nodings vas so looscious 
 
 In all dis eartly shpeer, 
 Ash a quart mug fool of sauer-kraut, 
 
 Mit a plate of lager-bier. 
 Dat de Yankee might pe tarn mit himself, 
 
 For he, der Fritz, hafe peen, 
 In many soosh a barty 
 
 Und all dose dings hafe seen. 
 
 All mad oopsproong de Yankee, 
 
 Mit all his passion ripe ; 
 Und vired at Fritz mit de shootin-shtick, 
 
 Vheremit he vas fixin type. 
 It hit him on de occiput, 
 
 Und laid him on de floor; 
 For many a long day afder 
 
 I ween his het was sore. 
 
 Dis roused Piet Weiser der Pfaelzer, 
 
 Who vas quick to act und dink ; 
 He helt in hand a roller 
 
 Vheremit he vas rollin ink. 
 Und he dake his broof py shtrikin 
 
 Der Merican top of his het, 
 Und make soosh a vine impression, 
 
 Dat he left de veller for deat. 
 
268 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Allaweil dese dings oonfolded, 
 
 Dere vas rows of anoder kind, 
 Und drople in de wigwam 
 
 Enough to trife dem plind. 
 Und a crate six-vooted Soudern man 
 
 Vot hafe vorked on a Renew, 
 Shvear he hope to Gott he mighd pie de forms 
 
 If de Breitmann s book war nt true. 
 
 For de Sout vas ploundered derriple, 
 
 Und in dat darksome hour 
 He hafe lossed a yallow-pine maiden, 
 
 Of all de land de viewer. 
 Bright gold doublones a hoondered 
 
 For her he d gladly bay 
 Ash soon ash a thrip for a ginger-cake, 
 
 Und deem it cheap dat day. 
 
 To him antworded a Yorker 
 
 Who shoomp den dimes de boun-ti-ce: 
 (De only dings he lossed in de war 
 
 Was a sense of broperty). 
 Says he, "Votefer you hafe dropped 
 
 Some oder shap hafe get, 
 Und de yallow pine liked him petter ash you, 
 
 Ori dat it is safe to bet ! " 
 
THE FIRST EDITION OF BREITMANN. 269 
 
 Dead pale pecame dat Soudern brave, 
 
 He tidn t so moosh as yell, 
 Boot he drop right on to de Yorker, 
 
 Und mit von lick bust his shell. 
 Denn out he flashed his pig-sticker, 
 
 Und mit looks of drementous gloom, 
 Rooshed vildly in de pattle 
 
 Dat vas ragin round de room. 
 
 Boot in angulo, in de corner 
 
 Anoder quarrel vas grow 
 Twix a Boston shap mit a Londoner; 
 
 Und de row ish gekommen so : 
 De Yankee say dat de H-w-mor 
 
 Of soosh writin vas less dan small, 
 Dough it maket de beoples laughen, 
 
 Boot dat vas only all. 
 
 Denn a Deutscher say, by Donner ! 
 
 Dat soosh a baradox 
 Vould leafe no hope for writers 
 
 In all Pandora s bsender box. 
 Twas like de sayin dat Heine 
 
 Hafe no witz in him goot or bad, 
 Boot he only kept sayin witty dings 
 
 To make beoples pelieve he had. 
 
270 BREITMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Denn de oder veller be-headed 
 
 Dat dere vas not a shbark of foon 
 In de pad spelt lieds when you lead dem 
 
 Into Englisch correctly done : 
 Den a Proof Sheet veller respondered, 
 
 For he dink de dings vas hard, 
 " Dat ish shoost like de goot oldt lady 
 
 Ash vent to hear Artemus Ward. 
 
 " Und say it vas shames de beoples 
 
 Vas laugh demselfs most tead 
 At de boor young veller lecturin, 
 
 Vhen he tidn t know vot he said." 
 Hereauf de Yankee answered, 
 
 " Gaul dern it : Shtop your fuss ! " 
 And all de crowd togeder 
 
 Go slap in a grand plug-muss. 
 
 De Yankee shlog de Proof Sheet 
 
 Soosh an awfool smock on de face, 
 Dat he shvell rite oop like a poonkin 
 
 Mit a sense of his tisgrace j 
 Boot der Deutscher boosted an ink-keg 
 
 On dop of de Oder s hair : 
 It vly troo de air like a boomshell denn- 
 
 Mine Gotts ! Vot a sighdt vas dere 
 
THE FIRST EDITION OF BREITMANN. 271 
 
 Uenn ofer all de shapel 
 
 Vierce war vas ragin loose ; 
 Fool many a vighten brinter 
 
 Got well ge-gooked his goose. 
 Fool many a nose mit fisten, 
 
 I ween was padly scrouged ; 
 Fool many an eye pright gleamin 
 
 Vas ploody out-gegouged. 
 
 Do wart ufgehouwen* 
 
 Dere vas hewin off of pones j 
 Do hbrte man darinne* 
 
 Man heardt soosh treadful croans. 
 Jack war en da die Geste* 
 
 De row vas rough and tough, 
 Genuoge sluogen wunden * 
 
 Dere vas plooty wounds enough. 
 
 De souls of anciend brinters 
 
 From Himmel look down oopon, 
 Und allowed dat in a chapel 
 
 Dere was nefer soosh carryins on. 
 Dere was Lorenz Coster mit Gutemberg, 
 
 Und Scheffer mit der Fust, 
 Und Sweynheim mit Pannartz trop deers, 
 
 Oopon dis teufel s dust. 
 
 * Lines from Gudrun, each of which is freely translated by the line 
 following it. 
 
272 BRE1TMANN BALLADS. 
 
 Dere vas Yankee jours extincted 
 
 Who lay upon the vloor, 
 Dere vas Soudern rebs destructed, 
 
 Who vouldt nefer Jeff no more. 
 Ash deir souls rise oop to Heafen, 
 
 Dey heardt de oldt brinters calls, 
 Und Gutemberg gifed dem all a kick 
 
 Ash he histed dem ofer de walls. 
 
 Dat ish de vay dese Ballads 
 
 Foorst vere crooshed in ploot and shclorm, 
 Fool many a day moost bass afay 
 
 Pefore dey dook dis form. 
 De copy flootered o er de preasts 
 
 Of heroes lyin todt, 
 Dis vas de dire peginnin 
 
 Das war dts Breitmann s Noth. 
 
 Dis song in Philadelphia 
 
 Long dimes ago pegun, 
 In Paris vas gondinued, und 
 
 In Dresden ist full-done. 
 If any toubt apout de farts, 
 
 In nople minds ish grew, 
 Let dem ashk Carl Benson Bristed, 
 
 He knows id all ish drue. 
 
THE FIRST EDITION OF BREITMANN. 273 
 
 Und now, dese Breitmann shdories 
 
 Is gebrindt in many a lant, 
 Sogar in far Australia 
 
 Dey re gestohlen und bekannt : 
 "Geh hin mem Puck in alle Welt 
 
 Steh auss was dir kompt zu ! 
 Man beysse Dic/i, man reysse 2)ich 
 
 Nur dass man viir nichts tJiu ! " * 
 
 * Go forth my book through all the world, 
 
 Bear what thy fate may be ! 
 They may bite thee, they may tear thee, 
 So they do no harm to me ! 
 
GLOSSARY. 
 
 Abenddammerung, (Ger.) Evening dim light ; twilight. 
 
 Abendgold, (Ger.) Evening gold. 
 
 Abendroth, (Ger.) Evening red. 
 
 Abendsonnenschein, (Ger.) Evening sunshine. 
 
 Abbordez-moi vodre mere, (German-French) Bring me your mayor. 
 
 Ach -we/i, (Ger.) Oh, woe. 
 
 Allatag, (Ger. dial.) Every day. 
 
 A lla well All the while ; always. 
 
 A llegader All together. 
 
 Alles "wird eivig zu eins, (Ger.) And all for ever becomes one. 
 
 Alter Schwed , (old Swede) A familiar phrase like " old fellow." 
 
 Anamile, (Amer.) Animal. 
 
 Annerthalb Yar, Auderthalb Jakr, (Ger.) Year and a half. 
 
 Anti Word: Antivort Answer. 
 
 Ant worded, (Ger.) Answered. 
 
 Apple tods, (Amer.) Apple toddies. 
 
 A rbeiterhalle Working-man s hall. 
 
 Arminius, (Herman.) The Duke of the Cheruskans, and destroyer of the Roman 
 
 legions under Varus, in the Teutoburg Forest. 
 A rmlos Unarmed. 
 A room, Herum Around. 
 
 A rriere pensce, (Fr.) A reserved thought or intention. 
 Aiifgespannt, (Ger.) Stretched, bent. 
 Augen, (Ger.) Eyes. 
 Aiigenblick, (Ger.) Twinkling of an eye. 
 Aus, (Ger.) Out. 
 Bach, (Ger.) Brook. 
 Baender-box Band-box. 
 
 Baldface corn, (Amer.) Plain maize whisky. 
 
 Barell-hell pars Parallel bars ; a part of the gymnastic apparata*. 
 Barrick, (Pennsylvania Ger. for Berg) Mountain. 
 Baitem, (Ger.) Peasants. 
 Be-ghostet, (Ger. Begeisterf) Inspired. 
 Zte-//fo/, Beschenkt Gifted. 
 Begreifen, (Ger.) Understand. 
 Beheaded, Behauptet, (Ger.) Asserted. 
 
276 GLOSSARY. 
 
 Bel Leib nnd Leben, (Ger.) By my body and soul. 
 
 Bekannt, Beknoivn Known. 
 
 Bellin, (Ger. Bellen)1 o bark. 
 
 Bemarket, (Ger.-Eng.) Remarked. 
 
 Be-innrk, (Ger. Bevierken) Observe. 
 
 Bemarks, (Ger. Bemerkungen} Remarks. 
 
 Bemerkbar, (Ger.) Observable. Should be noticed. 
 
 Bemffost, (Ger.) Mossgrown, in student s language, tin bemoosies Hai;f>t, aa 
 
 old student. 
 
 Bender, (Amer.) A spree ; a frolic. To " go on a tender" to go on a spree. 
 Be-raised Raised, with the augment, literal for Ger. erhoben. 
 Beranscht, (Ger.) Intoxicated. 
 Besoffcn, (Ger.) -Drunk. 
 
 Bestimmung des Alenschen Vocation of Man, title of one of Fichte s works. 
 Betanbend, (Ger.) Enchanting. 
 Bewiscs, (Ger. Beiveist, from Beweisen] Proves. 
 Ifibliothek Library. 
 Bt<i*enkorb, (Ger.) Beehive. 
 Birra. gazzosa, (Italian) Crated, gaseous beer. 
 Bischof, (Ger.) Bishop. 
 Bix, Bikhse, (box) Rifle. Bess in Brown Bess is the equivalent of the German 
 
 uchse, (Brown being merely an alliterative epithet;) French, buse tube: 
 
 Flemish, buis. (Still found in blunderbuss, arquebuss.) See Blackley s " Word 
 
 Gossip." 
 
 Blaetter, (Ger.) Leaves. 
 Blei Lead. 
 
 Blitz, (Ger.) Lightning. 
 Elitzen, (Ger.) Lightning. 
 Slakes, (English) Men. 
 Bock A strong kind of German beor. 
 Boemisch Bohemian. 
 Boeremwlk, (Fiem.) Peasants. 
 Bole Jack road Near Murfreesboro, Tennessee. 
 Bool Bull. 
 
 Bornirtheit Limitedness of capacity. 
 Bouleverse Boulevard. 
 Bountiee, (Amer.) Bounty-money paid during the war as a premium to soldiers. To 
 
 jump the bounty, was to secure the premium and then run away. 
 " This is the song of Billy Jones, 
 Who jumped the boun-ti-ee." 
 
 American Ballad nf ^1846. 
 
 Bowery A street at New York, inhabited principally by Germans. 
 Branntewein, (Ger.) Spirits. 
 Brandy smash, (Amer.) A plain half-glass mint julep of only sugar, ice, spirits, 
 
 and mint. A regular julep is larger, and contains more ingredients. 
 Brav, (Ger.) Good. 
 Brett, (Ger.) Broad. 
 
 Bring it do-wn to dots. Reduce it to figures* 
 Brisner Prisoner. 
 
GLOSSARY. 277 
 
 Broosh-pinder Brushbinder, (Ger. Buerstenbinder.) Brushmaker. The brusr 
 makers are supposed, probably on account of their throat-parching business 
 to be always thirsty. 
 
 Bnimmed growled (Ger. Brummen.) 
 
 Brncke, (Ger.) Bridge. 
 
 Bugs In America all insects, especially Coleoptera. 
 
 Bummer, (Amer.) A fellow haunting low taverns ; applied during the late civil war 
 in the United States to hangers-on of the army. Probably a corruption of the 
 German buinmler (loafer). 
 
 Bumming From Bummer. 
 
 Bushwhackers Guerillas. 
 
 Bust his shell Broke his head. 
 
 Butterbrod, (Ger.) Buttered Bread. 
 
 By nearly : Beinahe Almost, nearly. 
 
 Came Game. 
 
 Camine Chimney-piece. 
 
 Canyon, (Span. Canon} A narrow passage between high and precipitous banks, 
 formed by mountains or tablelands, often with a river running beneath. These 
 occur in the great Western prairies, New Mexico, and California 
 
 Carmagnole A wild street dance. 
 
 Carmosine, (Ger.) Crimson. French, cramoisi. 
 
 Carnadine Incarnadine. 
 
 Change their lodge -Shift from one " society" to another. 
 
 Chroc, Chrocus, Crocus An Alemannic leader, who overran Gaul, according io 
 Gregory of Tours. 
 
 Chunk A short thick piece of wood, or of anything else ; a chump. The word 
 is provincial in England, and colloquial in the United States. 
 
 Cinder Suende ; sin. 
 
 Clam The popular name of a bivalvular shell-fish, the Venus. 
 
 Clavier, (Ger.) Piano. 
 
 Colle belle, (Ital.) With the beauties. 
 
 Comedy Committee. 
 
 Conrad in The last of the imperial house of the Hohenstaufen beheaded at Naples 
 in 1268. 
 
 Coot (To cut) a dash, (to come out a "swell,") to dress extravagantly. 
 
 Corned, (Amer.) Made drunk. 
 
 Coster The inventor of the art of printing, according to the Dutch. 
 
 Crate Great. 
 
 Grecian pend When Breitmann says " Dat pend of the bow ish the Grecian pend," 
 it is a rather equivocal compliment. " Grecian bend" has lately become a 
 common newspaper expression. Smuggling done by women is called a " Case of 
 Grecian bend." The present style of skirt, full at the back, is favourable to it. 
 
 Crislies Grisly, (bear.) 
 
 Da ist er! Sc/tau /There he is ! look ! 
 
 Damit, (Ger.) Therewith. 
 
 Dampfschijf Steamboat. 
 
 Deck A pack of cards, piled one upon another. 
 
 Demperanceler, Temperenzler Temperance man. 
 
 Dessauerinu A woman from Dessau. 
 
278 GLOSSARY. 
 
 Deutschland Germany. 
 
 Die wile es mohte leben During all its life. 
 
 Daz wolde er immer dienen 
 
 Die wile es mohte leben. 
 
 Kutrun. XV. A ventiure, ys6th verse. 
 Dink he, they think ; my dinks my thoughts. 
 D inked he, they thought. 
 DisJitriputet Instead of attributed* 
 Dissembtelatin Dissembling. 
 Dissolfed Instead of resolved* 
 D lusion Instead of allusion. 
 Donnered, (Ger.) Thundered. 
 Dennsnvetter, (Ger.) Thunder and lightning. 
 Docks Ducks. 
 Dcon Tune. 
 
 Doonderblix Thunder and lightning. 
 D rawed he in (literal rendering of the German, Zoo er ein,} Einztehoi, to take up 
 
 one s abode with. 
 Dreimal, (Ger.) Three times. 
 Drocks Drakes, dragons; (Ger. Drachen.) 
 Druckerei Printing-office. 
 Dummehrlichkeit, (Ger.) Honest simplicity. 
 DunkelJieit Darkness. 
 Dursty, (Ger. Durstig) Thirsty. 
 Earnsihafi, ernsthaft Serious. 
 Eber, (Ger.) Wild boar. 
 Eberschwein, (Ger.) Wild boar. 
 Eckhartskausen A German supernaturalist. 
 
 Eher, (Ger.) Sooner. In the dialect it has the meaning of " before.* 
 Einander to sprechen mit, (Ger.) To speak together. 
 Eldern, (Ger. Eltern) Parents. 
 Elfenbein, (Ger.) Ivory. 
 
 Emerich King Emerich, hero of a German legendi 
 Emsig Gruebler, (Ger.) Assiduous inquirer. 
 Engel, (Ger. ) Angel. 
 Englandrinn, (Ger.) English woman. 
 Enticing, (Ger.) Along. 
 Erfinder, (Ger.) Inventor. 
 Erfounden, (Ger. Erfunden] Invented. 
 Ergeben, (Ger.) Resigned. 
 Error-dom, Irrthum Error. 
 Erstarrt, (Ger.) Aghast. 
 Erstannished, erstaunt Astonished ! 
 Erwaitin , (Ger. Erivartend) Awaiting, expecting. 
 
 Euchre, Eucre Sort of game played with cards, very much in vogue in the West. 
 Encfired From Euchre, the game of cards. 
 Fackeltantz, (Ger.) Torch dance. 
 Pzticy craps or crabs Fast horses. 
 
GLOSSARY. 279 
 
 Fanes, Wetterfahncn Weathercocks. 
 
 Pass, (Ger.) Barrel. 
 
 Fat Printer s term. 
 
 Feldwefrel, (Ger.) A sergeant. 
 
 Feinslieb, (Ger.) Fair or fine love. 
 
 Fichte A German philosopher. 
 
 Finster, (Ger.) Dark, dismal. 
 
 Foal Full. 
 
 Foil To fall. 
 
 Foon Fun. 
 
 Poors First. 
 
 Fore-by Literal translation of the German Vorbei. 
 
 Fore-lying Literal translation of Vorliegend. 
 
 Foreschlag, (Ger. Vorschlag) Proposal. 
 
 Foresetzen To set, put (lay) before an audience. 
 
 Foxen, (Ger. Fuchsen) Foxes. 
 
 Frank-tiroir Franc-tireur. 
 
 Francois Villon An old French humorous poet, whom Boileau speaks of as the 
 
 first who began to write truly modern French. 
 Frau, (Ger.) Woman. 
 Fret e, (Ger ) Free. 
 Freischarlinger, (Ger. Freischaerler)h. member of a Free Corps ; especially 
 
 applied to those who belonged to the Free Corps formed in Southern Germany 
 
 during the revolution in 1848. 
 Freischuetz, (Ger.) Free shot, one who shoots with charmed bullets, the name of 
 
 Karl Maria Von Weber s celebrated opera. 
 Friederich Rothbart Frederic Barbarossa, the great Emperor of Germany, 
 
 and one of the German Legendary heroes. He is supposed to sleep in the 
 
 Kyffhauser in Thuringia, and to awaken one day, when he will bring great 
 
 glory over Germany. 
 Frolic Frohlich, merry. 
 Froze to de ready Held fast to the money. 
 Fullenden Vollenden To complete, perfect. 
 Fuss, (Ger.) Foot. 
 
 Fust or Faust The partner of Gutemberg, the inventor of the art of printing. 
 Gambrinus A mythical King of Brabant, supposed to have been the inventor of 
 
 beer. 
 
 Gandertate Candidate. 
 Ganz, (Ger.) Ganz. 
 
 Ganz und gar, (Ger.) Altogether, all over. 
 Garce, (French) Wench. 
 Gass und Strass, (Ger.) Lane and street. 
 Cast, (Ger.) Guest. 
 Gasbalgs Bladder of gas. 
 Gauer Vallies. 
 
 Gaul darn G n. 
 
 Gaul dern A Yankee oath. 
 Gauner-sprache, (Ger.) Thieves language. 
 Ge-bildet Built, with the German augment. 
 
280 GLOSSARY. 
 
 Ge-birf, (Ger. Geburf) Birth. 
 
 Gebom Born, with the augment. 
 
 Ge-brudert, (formed like ge-schwister,) Brothers. 
 
 Cek hin mein Puck, (German of i6th century.) 
 
 Gehst nit init rechten Dingen zu Dost not do it by any natural means ; there 
 witchcraft in it. 
 
 Gekommene Arrived (newly arrived.) 
 
 Gekommen so, (Ger.) Come thus. 
 
 Ge-kostetCost, with the German augment. 
 
 Gelt, (Ger. Geld) Money. 
 
 Gemuthlickkeit, (Ger.) Kindly disposition, good nature. 
 
 Gensy broost, (Ger. Gansebrusf) Goose-breast. 
 
 Ge-roasted Roasted, (with German augment). 
 
 Gesangverein (Ger. ) Singing-society. 
 
 Ge-xYeech, GescJirei Bawling, clamour. 
 
 Gesembled Assembled, with the augment of the German preterite. 
 
 Geskmasht Smashed, with German augment. 
 
 Gespickt, (Ger,) Larded. 
 
 Gestohlen Stolen. 
 
 Gestohlen nnd bekannt, (Ger.) Stolen, and known. 
 
 Gesundkeit, (Ger.) Health. 
 
 Gewehr, (Ger.) Musket. 
 
 Gift, (Ger.) Poison. 
 
 Gilt In the ordinary sense, and also in the same verse, "gilt," implying the mean 
 ing of the German verb " gelt en," to be worth something, and ^Q guilt. 
 
 Glamour Ocular deception by magic. 
 
 Glee-wine, Glneh-ivein Hot-spiced wine. 
 
 Glucky (Ger. Gluecklich} Lucky. 
 
 Glueck, (Ger.) Luck. 
 
 Goblum Por goblin. 
 
 Cool Cool 
 
 Gottallmachty, (Ger. Gottallmachtig)Q,t>& Almighty. 
 
 Gottashe Cottage. 
 
 Gotteshaus, (Ger.) House of God. 
 
 Gott-full, gottvoll Glorious, divine. 
 
 Gottsdonnerkreuzsclwckschiverenoth, (Ger.) Another variety of big swearing. 
 
 Gott s-doonder, (Ger. Gotfs Dormer) God s thunder. See also Gotfs tausend, a 
 thundering sort of oath, but never preceded by lightning, for it is only used as a 
 kind of expletive to express great surprise, or to give great emphasis to words 
 which, without it, would seem to be capable of none. 
 
 Gottstaitsend, (Ger.) An abbreviation of Gotfs tausend Dcnnerivetter (God s 
 thousand thunders), and therefore the comparative of Gotfs doonder : with 
 most of those who use it a meaningless phrase. 
 
 Gottweiss, (Ger.) God knows! 
 
 Go von Go one, bet on him. 
 
 Grillcrs Guerillas. 
 
 Grod, gerad Straight. 
 
 Grf..t, (Ger.) Great. 
 
 Gnestfriendlich, gastfrfun(tlic/i Hospitable. 
 
GLOSSARY. 281 
 
 Gnmmi lasticum Indiarubber. 
 
 Gutemberg The inventor of the art of printing. 
 
 Guve Southern slang for give. Gz , for give, is also English slang as well as 
 
 American. 
 
 Gyrotivistive Snaky. 
 HaV lend Cuter, (Ger.) Property. 
 
 Hagell Blitz ! Kreuz Sakrament I (Ger.) Another variety of swearing. 
 Halberthier, for Halberdier Halberthier means half an animal. 
 Hand-shoe, (Ger. HandschuJi) Glove. 
 
 Hans Michel A popular but not complimentary name for Germany. 
 Hans Wurst Merry Andrew ; Zani ; Jack Pudding the latter word being a literal 
 translation of the German Hans Wurst ; the pudding in either case referring to 
 the sausages, or the pretended sausages, which the Merry Andrew always ap 
 peared to be swallowing by the yard or fathom. See Blackley s " Word 
 Gossip." 
 
 Harntlos, (Ger ) Harmless. 
 HauldepotlL&x, the stakes. 
 Hause House. 
 
 Hegel Name of the German philosopher. 
 Heine, Heinricli German poet. 
 Hcini von Steier Heinrich von Ofterdingen. 
 Heldenbuch Is the title of a collection of epic poems, belonging to the cycle of the 
 
 German Saga. 
 
 Heller Glorie scliein Bright gloriole. 
 Hereauf, hierauf Thereupon. 
 Herout, (Ger. Heraus] Out. 
 Herrje> (Ger.) An abbreviation of Herr Jcsns (O Lord !) ; generally only used by 
 
 those who are fond of meaningless exclamations. 
 H er-re-liche , herrliche Superb, grand, noble. 
 Hertsen Herzen ; hearts. 
 Hertzhog, Herzog, (Ger.) Duke. 
 Herzlich, (Ger.) Hearty. 
 Herzlruder, (Ger.) Heart s brother. 
 Hexerei Witchery, sorcery. 
 Himmel, (Ger.) Heaven. 
 
 Himmels-Potz-Pttmpen-Herrgott A mild sort of a German imprecation, untran 
 slatable. 
 
 Hiinmlisch JwelliscK qual, (Ger.) Heavenly-hellish pain. 
 Hobbiness Happiness. 
 Hoellisch, (Ger.) Hellish. 
 Honey fooglin , HoneyfuggleIs believed to be English slang. In America it 
 
 means blarneying, deceiving. 
 Hoockle perry, persimmoned "A huckle-berry over my persimmon." Surpassed, 
 
 out-done. 
 
 Hoof-irons, (Hnf-eisen m Ger.) Horse-shoe. 
 Hoofstad (Flem.) Capital. 
 Hop-sosa, (Ger.) int. Hop; heyday ! 
 Unndsfott, (Ger. Viilg.) Mean scoundrel, hound. 
 
282 GLOSSARY. 
 
 Hunk, (Amer.) Stout, solid, profitable. "To be all hunk" means to come out of 
 a speculation with advantage. To be well off. 
 
 Hut, (Ger .) Hat. 
 
 / Gilt rcmaneskro This song is written in the German gipsy dialect. Eh f in 
 third line of second verse, is the German word ehe, " ere," or before. Kuribente 
 (" in war,") is in the Slavonic and gipsy local case, or as Pott calls it (Die 
 Zigeuner in Europa und Asien] the Second Dative. 
 
 Ik leven, (Flem.) I live. 
 
 // diavolo in carnato, (Ital.) The devil incarnate, or in carnation. 
 
 In geburst Burst. 
 
 In Sang nnd Klang deln Leben lang, (Ger.) In music and song all thy life long. 
 
 If a dixit, (Latin) So said. 
 
 Jeff- A game played by throwing up types, generally for "refreshments." 
 
 Joss-stick. A name given to small reeds, covered with the dust of odoriferous 
 woods, which the Chinese burn before their idols. 
 
 Jungfernkranz, (Ger.) Bridal garland. 
 
 Kaiser Karl Charlemagne. 
 
 Kalt, (Ger.) Cold. 
 
 Kanaster, (Ger.) Canaster tobacco. 
 
 Kan ik. Ik kan, (Flem.) I can. 
 
 Karfunkelstein, (Ger.) Carbuncle. 
 
 i\artoffel, (Ger.) Potato. 
 
 Kander- Waelsch, (Ger.) Gibberish. 
 
 Kellner, (Ger.) Waiter. 
 
 Kermes Annual Fair. 
 
 Kinder, (Ger.) Children. 
 
 Kitin, a kitin Flying or running rapidly. 
 
 Kloster, (Ger.) Cloister. 
 
 Knasterbart, (Ger.) Literally, tobacco-beard; perhaps denoting a good old 
 fellow, fond of his pipe. 
 
 Kneipereii (Ger.) Revel. 
 
 Knock dent out de shpots Knock the spots out of them , astonish them. 
 
 Koenig Etzel King Attila. 
 
 Komm maidelein 1 Rothe ivaengelein, (Ger.) Comemaiden, red cheeks. 
 
 Kong (Ger. Konig) Old Norse for king. 
 
 Kooken Cake. 
 
 Kop, (Ger. Kopf} Head. 
 
 KopA (Ger.) Head. 
 
 Kreutzer Frederick Creutzer, distinguished professor in the University of Heidel 
 berg, author of a great work on " Symbolik." 
 
 Krumm, (Ger. ) Crooked. 
 
 Ktimmel, (Ger.) Cumin brandy. 
 
 Kutninel, kimmel, (Ger.) Schnapps, dram. Hans, in his tipsy enthusiasm, ejacu 
 lates, "Oh, mein Gott in Kimmel !" instead of "im Himmel" (heaven), be 
 coming guilty of an unconscious alliteration, and confessing, according to the 
 proverb in -vino veritas, where his God really abides; "whose God is their 
 belly." 
 Kiister, (Ger.) Sacristan. 
 
GLOSSARY. 283 
 
 Lauze, (Ger. ) Lance. 
 
 Lager, Lagerbeer, (Ger. Lagerbier, i.e., Stockbeer) Sometimes in these poems 
 
 abbreviated into Lager. A kind of beer introduced into the American cities 
 
 by the Germans, and now much in vogue among all classes. 
 Lager Wirthschaft, (Ger.) Beerhouse. 
 Lai bgartner, (Ger.) Leibgard ; bodyguard. The Swiss in blundering makes it 
 
 " body gardener." 
 Lam To drub, beat soundly. 
 
 Larmen The French word larmes, tears, made into a German verb. 
 Lateinisck Latin. 
 Langhen, lachen Laughing. 
 
 Lavergue A place between Nashville and Murfreesboro , in the state of Tennessee. 
 Lfben Life ; living. 
 Lcbendig, (Ger.) Living. 
 Lebcnlang, (Ger.) Life-long. 
 Le-Jst du nock f Liv st thou yet ? 
 
 Libby The notorious Confederate prison at Richmond, Va. 
 Liddle Pills Little bills, Legislative enactments. 
 Lieblich, (Ger.) Charming. 
 Liedeken, (Flem.) Song. 
 Lieder, Lieds, (Ger.) Songs. 
 L iederkranz, (Ger. ) Glee-union. 
 Liedcrlich, (Ger.) Loose, reckless, dissolute. 
 Lighthood, (Ger. L ichtheif} Light. 
 Like spiders down their webs Breitmann s soldiers are supposed to have been 
 
 expert turners or gymnasts. 
 Loafer, (Amer.) A term which, considered as the German pronunciation of lover 
 
 is a close translation of rom, since this latter means both a gipsy and a husband. 
 Los, losgehen, (Ger.) To go at a thing, at somebody. 
 Loosty, (Ger. Liistig) Jolly, merry. 
 Lottdet, (Lauten in Ger.) To make sound. 
 L Ubbriacone, (Ital.) Drunkard. 
 Luftballon, (Ger.) Air-balloon. 
 Lump, (Ger.) Ragamuffin. 
 Lumpenglocke An abusive term applied to bells, especially to those which are 
 
 rung to give notice that the beer-houses must close. 
 Madel, (Ger.) Girl. 
 Maedchen, (Ger.) Girl, maiden. 
 
 Markgraeflcr A pleasant light wine grown in the Grand Duchy of Baden, 
 Marmorbild Marble statue. 
 
 Maskenzug, (Ger.) Procession of masked persons. 
 Massenversammlung, (Ger.) Mass meeting. 
 Mein Freund My friend. 
 Meine See?, (Ger.) By my soul. 
 Meisjes, (Flem.) Girls. 
 
 Mijn lief gcsellen^ (Flem.) My dear comrades. 
 Rlineted Minded. 
 MintttstttfferPoct of love. A name given to German lyric poets, who flourished 
 
 from the twelfth to the fourteenth centuries. 
 
284 GLOSSARY. 
 
 Mist-hauf, (Ger.) Dung-hill. 
 Mit hoontin knife, cy*c. : 
 
 " With her white hands so lovely, 
 She dug the Count his grave. 
 From her dark eyes sad weeping, 
 The holy water she gave." 
 
 Old German Ballad, 
 Mitont Without. 
 
 Mitternight, Mittetnacht Midnight. 
 Mitternocht, Mitternacht Midnight. 
 Alohr, ein schwarzer, (Ger.) A blackamoor. 
 MolescJioti Author of a celebrated work on physiology. 
 Mondenlight Moonligh t. 
 Mondenschein, (Ger.) Moonlight. 
 Morgan John Morgan, a notorious Confederate guerilla during the late war in 
 
 America. 
 
 RTorgen-het-ache- Morning headache. 
 fooskopolite, (Amer.) Cosmopolite. Mossyhead is the German student phrase 
 
 for an old student. 
 J\Iud-sill The longitudinal timber laid upon the ground to form the foundation 
 
 for a railway. Hence figuratively applied by the labour-despising Southern 
 
 gentry to the labouring classes as the substratum of society. 
 Murmulte Murmured. 
 Mutter, (Ger.) Mother. 
 Natttralizationisds The officers, &c., who give the rights of native citizens to 
 
 foreigners. 
 
 Nibelungen Lied The lay of the Nibelungen ; the great German national epos. 
 Nteuw Jarsie New Jersey, in America, famous inter alia for its sandy beaches 
 
 and high surf. 
 Nig. Nigger. 
 
 Nirivana The Brahminical absorption into God 
 Nix, (Ger. Nichts) Nothing. 
 Nix cum raus That I had not come out. 
 No sardine Not a narrow-minded, small-hearted fellow. 
 Norate To speak in an oration. 
 Noih, (Ger.) Need, dire extremity. Das war des Breitmann s Noth, That was 
 
 Breitmann s sore trial. Imitated from the last line of The Nibelungen Lied. 
 Nun Now. 
 
 Nun endlich, (Ger.) Now at last. 
 O Brad\ An Irish giant. 
 Ochsen, (Ger.) Oxen ; stupid fellows. As a verb it also is used familiarly to mean 
 
 hard study. 
 
 OdenivaldK thickly-wooded district in South Germany. 
 Oder Other. See Preface. 
 
 Oltra tramontane : ultra tramontane Applied to the non-Italian Catholic party. 
 On-belongs Literal translation of Zugehort, 
 On de snap All at once. 
 
 On-didto on-do Literal translation of the German anthun ; to donn, to put on. 
 Onfang, (Ger. A nfang} Beginning. 
 
GLOSSARY. 285 
 
 Oonendly Unendlich. 
 
 Oonshpeakbarly, (Ger. unaiissprechbarlich] Inexpressibly. 
 
 Oop-gecleartd, (Ger. Aufgcklaert} Enlightened. 
 
 Ooprighty, (Ger. A ufrich tig} Upright. 
 
 Ooprigkl-hood, (Ger. Attfrichtigkeit} Uprightness. 
 
 Oop-spi oong For an/sprung. 
 
 Orgel-ton, (Ger.) Organ sound. 
 
 Orkester Orchestra. 
 
 Out-ge-poke-te Out-poked. 
 
 Out-signed^ (Ger. aiisgezeichnete) Distinguished, signal. 
 
 Ont-sprach Outspoke. 
 
 Over again Uebrigen. 
 
 Paardeken, (Flemish) Palfrey. 
 
 Pabst, Der Pabst lebt, &>c." The Pope he leads a happy life," &c., beginning of 
 a popular German song. 
 
 Palact, (Ger. Pallet st) Palace. 
 
 /Wv-e Belgian rye whisky. 
 
 Peeps People. "Hard on the American peeps" a phrase for anything exacting 
 or severely pressing. 
 
 Pelznickel, Nick, Nickel St Nicolas, muffled in fur, is one of the few riders in 
 the army of the saints, but, unlike St George and St Martin, he oftener rides 
 a donkey than a horse, more especially in that part of the German land which 
 can boast of having given birth to the illustrious Hans. St Nicolas is supposed, 
 on the night preceding his name-day, the sixth of December, to pass over the 
 house-tops on his long-eared steed, and having baskets suspended on either side 
 filled with sweets and playthings, and to drop down through the chimneys pre 
 sents for those children who have been good during the year, but birch-rods 
 for those who have been naughty, would not go to bed early, or objected to 
 being washed, &c. In the expectation of his coming, the children put, on the 
 eve of St Nicolas day, either a shoe, or a stocking, or a little basket, into the 
 chimney-piece of their parents bedroom. We may remark, by the way, that St 
 Nicolas is the Christian successor of the heathen Nikudr, of ancient German 
 mythology. 
 
 Pesscr, besser (Ger.) Better. 
 
 Pestain Stain, with the augment. 
 
 Pfaelzer A man from the Rhenish Palatinate. 
 
 Pfeil, (Ger.) Arrow. 
 
 Pli ilosopede Vel oci pe d e. 
 
 Pickel-haubt) (Ger.) The spiked helmet worn by Prussian soldiers. 
 
 Pie the forms Break and scatter the forms of types the greatest disaster con 
 ceivable to a true typo. 
 
 Pig-sticker Bowie-knife. 
 
 Pile out, (Amer.) Hurry out. 
 
 Piincby By and by. 
 
 * Plain Water plain, i.e., unmixed. 
 
 Pine goats Blue coats, soldiers. 
 
 Plug-muss Fight for a fire-plug. American fireman s language 
 
 Pokal, (Poculum) Goblet. 
 
 Poker A favourite game of cards among Western gamblers. 
 
286 GLOSSARY. 
 
 Poonkin Pumpkin. 
 
 Potzblitz, (Ger.) int., The deuce. 
 
 Poiztausend 1 Was ist das /Zounds ! What is that ? 
 
 Poulderie Poul try. 
 
 Poussiren To court. 
 
 Pretzel, (Ger.) A kind of fancy bread, twist or the like. 
 
 Prezackly Pre (cisely), exactly. 
 
 Protocollirt, protocolliren To register, record. 
 
 Putty, i.e., Biilly An Americanism, adjective. Fine, capital. A slang word, 
 
 used in the same manner as the English used the word crack ; as, " a bully 
 
 horse," " a bully picture." 
 
 Pumpernickel A heavy, hard sort of rye-bread, made in Westphalia. 
 Put der Konig troo To put through, (Amer.), to qualify, to imitate. 
 Pye1o buy. 
 
 Rajishlin , rausctiend Rustling. 
 Reb. An abbreviation of rebel. 
 Redakteur Editor. 
 Red cock Or make de red cock crow. Einem den rothen Hahn auf s Dach setaea 
 
 A German proverb signifying to set fire to a house. 
 Rede, (Ger.) Speech. 
 
 Red-\Vaelsch, Roth-Waelsch, (Ger.) Thieves language. 
 Rciten gaen, (Flemish) Go riding. 
 Reiter, (Ger.) Rider. 
 R eivet Robber. 
 Rene, (Ger.) Repentance. 
 
 Rheingraf, (Ger.) Count of the Rhine districts. 
 Rheinweinbechers KlangThz Rhine wine goblet s sound. 
 Richter, (Jean Paul Fr.) A distinguished German author. 
 Ridersmann, (Reitersmann in Ger.) Rider. 
 Ring A political clique or cabal. 
 Ringe, (Ger.) Rings. 
 Ritter, (Ger.) Knight. 
 
 Roland One of the paladins of Charlemagne. 
 Rolette Roulette. 
 
 Rollirf locks Rolling logs, mutually aiding, (used only in politics)- 
 Rosen, (Ger.) Roses. 
 Rouse, (Ger. Heraus} Out ; come out. 
 Sachsen Saxonia, Saxony. 
 Sacrin Consecrating. 
 Sagen Cyclus Cycle of legends. 
 Sass, Sassy, Sassin Sauce, saucy, &c. 
 Sauerkraut, (Ger.) Pickled cabbage. 
 Saiv it Understood it. 
 Scatterin, Scotterin Scattering. 
 ScJiatz S weetheart. 
 Schauer, (Ger.) Awe. 
 ScJienk aus, (Ger.) Pour out. 
 Schenket ein, (Ger.) Pour in, (fill the glasses)* 
 Schinimel, (Ger.) Grey horse. 
 
GLOSSARY. 287 
 
 Schimpft und jluclit gar laesterlich, (Ger.) Swears and blasphemes abominably. 
 
 Sch inken, ( Ger. ) Ham. 
 
 Schlager, (Ger.) A kind of sword or broadsword; a rapier used by students for 
 
 duelling or fighting matches. 
 
 Schlesierwein, (Ger.) Wine grown in Silesia, proverbially sour. 
 Schlimmer, (Ger.) Worse. 
 
 Schlog him ober de kop Knocked him on the head. 
 Schloss, (Ger.) Castle. 
 Schmutz, (Ger.) Dirt. 
 Schnapps, (Ger.) Dram. 
 
 Schnitz Pennsylvania German word for cut and dried fruit. 
 Schnitz, schnitzen, (Ger.) To chop, chip, snip. 
 Schdnheitside al, (Ger.) The ideal of beauty. 
 
 Schopenhauer A celebrated German " philosophical physiologist." 
 Schoppen, (Ger.) A liquid measure, chopin, pint. 
 Schwaben Suabia. 
 Schwan, (Ger.) Swan. 
 Schweinblatt (Swine) Dirty paper. 
 Schweitzer Kase, (Ger.) Swiss cheese. 
 Schwer, (Ger.) Heavy. 
 
 Schiuig, Swig, verb. To drink by large draughts. 
 Schivigs, Swig; n. A large draught. 
 Schiveinpig (Ger.) Swinepig. 
 Scoop Take in, get. 
 
 Scorched Escorted. A negro malapropism. 
 Scroiiged, (Amer.) Pressed, jammed. 
 Seelen-IdeaL Soul s ideal. 
 Sefen-lefen Se\en or eleven (minutes). 
 Seins, (Ger.) The Being. 
 
 Selbstanschaunngsvermogen) (Ger.) Capacity for self-Inspection. 
 Selfe, (Ger. Selbe] Same. 
 Serenity A transparency. 
 Shanty A board cabin. Slang, for house. 
 Shapel Chapel is an old word for a printing-office. 
 Sharman, Sherman German. 
 Shings Jingo ; by jingo. 
 
 SJipicket Spigot ; a pin or peg to stop a small hole in a cask of liquor. 
 Shipsy Gipsy. 
 
 Shlide Slide. " Let it slide," vulgar for " let it go." 
 Shlide, (Amer.) Depart. 
 Shlished, geschlitzt<?>\\l. 
 Shlop over Go too far and upset or spill. Applied to men who venture too far in a 
 
 success. 
 
 S/t lopped SI opped. 
 
 Shmysed, (Ger. Schmissen, from Schmeissen] Threw him out of doors. 
 Shnow-wice, (Ger. Schnee-weis) Snow-white. 
 Shoopider Jupiter. 
 
 Shooting-stick A shooting-stick is used for closing up the form of types, 
 Show-spiel, Schauspiel\zy, piece. 
 
288 GLOSSARY. 
 
 Shpoons Spoons, Plunder. 
 
 Shtuhl, (Ger. Stuhl) Stool, chair. 
 
 Silbern, (Ger.) Silver. 
 
 Sinn, (Ger.) Meaning. 
 
 Six inals Six times. 
 
 SkeetedVtmt fast, skated (?) 
 
 Skoal Skull. 
 
 Skyugle, (Amer.) "Skyugle" is a word which had a short run during 1864. It 
 meant many things, but chiefly to disappear or to make disappear. Thus, a 
 deserter "skyugled," and sometimes he " skyugled" a coat or watch. 
 
 Slanganderin Foolishly slandering. 
 
 Slasher gaffs Spurs for cocks, with cutting edges. 
 
 Slibovitz A Bohemian Schnapps. 
 
 Slwtngoozliti! Slum or sham guzzling, humbug. 
 
 Slutttgulliffn A Mississippi term for a legislator. 
 
 So init, (Ger.) Thus with. 
 
 Solidaten, (Ger. Soldaten} Soldiers. 
 
 Scantag, (Ger.) Sunday. 
 
 Sottelet, (Ger. Gesattelf) Saddled. 
 
 Sound upon the goose Bartlett in his Dictionary of Americanisms states that 
 this phrase originated in the Kansas troubles, and signified true to the cause 
 of slavery. But this is erroneous, as the phrase was common during the 
 native American campaign, and originated at Harrisburg, as described by Mr 
 Leland. 
 
 Souse und B rouse, (Ger. Sans und Brans ) Revelry and rioting. 
 
 Speck, (Ger. ) Bacon. 
 
 Spiel, (Ger.) Play. 
 
 Spielinan, (Ger.) Musician. 
 
 Splodderiu Splattering. 
 
 Spook, (Ger. Spuk)A. Ghost. 
 
 Sporn, (Ger.) Spur. 
 
 Sports Sporting men. 
 
 Squander, (Amer.) Wander. Used in this sense in "The Big Bear of Arkansas 
 
 Staub, (Ger.) Dust. 
 
 Stein, (Ger.) Stone. 
 
 Stille, (Ger.) Stillness. 
 
 Stitn, (Ger. Stimnie] Voice. 
 
 Stohr Store. 
 
 Stone fence, (Amer.) Rye whisky. 
 
 " I went in and got a horn 
 Of old stone fence." 
 
 Jim Crow, 1832. 
 
 Straaten, (Flem.) Streets. 
 
 Straight flush In poker, all the cards of one suit. 
 
 Strassen, (Ger.) Streets. 
 
 Strauss Name of the celebrated Viennese valse player and composer. 
 
 Strumpf, (Ger.) Stocking. 
 
 Stunden, /Ger.) Leagues. About t\ English miles. 
 
GLOSSARY. 289 
 
 Sturm und Drang, (Ger.) Literally Storm and violence. Sturm und Drang 
 Periode, signifying a particular period of German literature. 
 
 Siueynheim and Pannartz The first printers at Rome. 
 
 Takes Allotments of copy to each printer. 
 
 Tanfz, (Ger.) Dance. 
 
 Tantzen, (Ger.) To dance. 
 
 Tarnal Eternal. 
 
 Taub, Taube, (Ger.) Dove. 
 
 Taugenix, TaugLiiichts Good-for-nothing fellow. 
 
 Teufelsjagersmann Devil s huntsman. 
 
 Theil, (Ger.) Part. 
 
 T/ioone Thumb. 
 
 Thrip, (Southern Amer.) Threepence. 
 
 Tkusnelda The wife of Arminius, (Hermann,) the Duke of the Cherus-kans and 
 conqueror of Varus. 
 
 Tie a dog loose. Losbinden. 
 
 Tiger An American term for a gambling table. 
 
 Tixey " I wish I was in Dixie." The origin of this song is rather curious. 
 Although now thoroughly adopted as a Southern song, and " Dixie s Land" 
 understood to mean the Southern States of America, it was, some 75 years ago, 
 the estate of one Dixie, on Manhattan Island, who treated his slaves well ; and 
 it was their lament, on being deported south, that is now known as "I wish I 
 was in Dixie." 
 
 Todt, (Ger.) Dead. 
 
 Todtcngrips, Todtengerippe Skeleton. 
 
 Ttfe Dove. 
 
 To House (Ger. zu Hause) At home. 
 
 Tortled To tortle, to move off. From turtle. 
 
 Touch the dirt Touch the road. 
 
 Treppe Stairs. 
 
 Trcti, (Ger.) Faithful, true. 
 
 Trow him with ecks Pelt him with eggs. 
 
 Turchin Colonel Turchin s men ravaged the town of Huntsville (Ala) during the- 
 civil war. 
 
 Turner, (Ger.) Gymnast. 
 
 Turner Verein, (Ger. Turnverein) Gymnastic Society. 
 
 Tyfel, 7>/W Devil. 
 
 Tvfeled, VerteufeltV>z\\\\3\. 
 
 Tyfelest From Teufel, here in the sense of "best" or " worst. 
 
 Tyfel-shnake, Teufelsschnaken Devilries. 
 
 Tyfel-strikes, Teufels-streiche Devilstrokes. 
 
 Tyfehvards Devilwards. 
 
 Ueber Stein and Schwein, (Ger.) Over stone and swine. 
 
 Ueberschwengliche, (Ger.) Transcendental, elevated. 
 
 Uhr, (Ger.) Clock, watch, hour, time. Used for "hour" in the ballad. 
 
 Uhu, (Ger.) Owl. 
 
 Uliverus Oliver, another of the twelve Paladins of Charlemagne, who fell at 
 Roncesvalles, (a Rowland for an Oliver). 
 
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290 GLOSSARY. 
 
 Und lauter guter Ding, (Ger.) And of thoroughly good cheer. 
 
 Un-windoong, (Ger. Entwicklung ?) Unravelling. 
 
 Unvollkommene technik Unfinished style or method. 
 
 Urbummeleid) (Ger. vulg.) Arch-loafer s song. 
 
 Urlied, (Ger.) The song of yore. 
 
 Van t klcin komt men tot t groote, (Dutch) Great things have small beginnings. 
 
 (Concordia res parvae crescunt Legend on the Dutch ducats ; or " Magna 
 
 molimur parvi.") 
 
 Vants The Roman commander in Germany, conquered by Arminius. 
 Veilclien, (Ger.) Violets. 
 Vercieren, (Flem.) Adorn ; exalt. 
 ISerdammt, (Ger.) D d. 
 Verfluchter, (Ger.) Accursed. 
 Verloren, (Ger.) Forlorn. 
 Verstay, Verstehen Understand. 
 Versteh, versteketi, (Ger.) To understand. 
 Vertyfeln, VerttufelnTo botch. 
 
 Villiain William Street at New York, inhabited by many Germans. 
 Vlaemsche Flemish. 
 Von One. See Preface. 
 
 Voonderly, (Ger. WuiiderUcJi) Wondrous, curious. 
 Voriiber, (Ger.) Past. 
 Wachsen, (Ger.) Waxen. 
 Wachsen, (Ger.) To grow. 
 
 " Komm* ich in s galante Sachsen 
 Wo die scheme Maedchen wachsen." 
 
 Old German Song. 
 V/aechter, (Ger.) Watchman. 
 Waelder, (Ger.) Woods. 
 
 Wahlverwandtschaft, (Ger.) Elective affinity, sympathy of souls. 
 IVahrsagt, (Ger. IVahrsagett) To foretell, soothsay. 
 Waidmannsheil, (Ger.) Huntsman s weal. 
 Wald, (Ger.) Wood. 
 Wallowin Walloon. 
 Wdlschen, (Ger.) Of the Latin race. 
 Ward all zu Steine, (Ger.) Became all stone. 
 Wardzn Wind, (Ger.) Became a wind. 
 Wechselbalg, (Ger.) (formerly a popular superstitious belief), a changeling, bvat, 
 
 urchin. 
 
 Weihnachtsbcium, (Ger.) Christmas tree. 
 Weihnachtslied, (Ger.) Christmas song. 
 Weingarts, lueing drten, (Ger.) Vineyards. 
 Weingeist,f((jQT.) Vinous, ardent spirit. 
 
 Wein-handle, (Ger. Weinhandel or Weinhnndlung ) Wine-trade, wine-shop. 
 IVeinnachtstraum lit., Winenight s dream, for " Weihnacht," Christmas dream. 
 Wellen wtd Wogen, (Ger.) Waves and billows. 
 Welshken Turkey hen. 
 Werda ? (Ger.) Who s there ? 
 
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 Werden, das Werden The becoming to be. 
 
 We ims, you ns We and you. A common vulgarism through the Southern Stares. 
 
 " Tis sad that we uns from you ns parts 
 When you ns hev stolen we uns hearts." 
 
 Wie gehts, (Ger.) How goes it? how are you? 
 
 Wilditnd Weh, (Ger.) Wild and woebegone. 
 
 Wilde Jagd Wild hunt. 
 
 Willkomm, (Ger.) Welcome. 
 
 Windsbrciut, (Ger. poet) Storm, hurricane, gust of wind. 
 
 Wird, (Ger.) Becomes. 
 
 Wise-hood, (Ger. Weiskeit) Wisdom. 
 
 Wised (Ger, Wusste, from wissen] Knew. 
 
 Witz, (Ger.) A sally. 
 
 Wo bist du f (Ger.) Where art ? 
 
 Woe- moody, (Ger. Wehmnthig) Moanful, doleful. 
 
 Wohl, (Ger.) Well! 
 
 Woklauf, (Ger.) Well, come on, cheer up. 
 
 Wolfsschlucht, (Ger.) Wolfs glen. 
 
 Wonnevol, (Ger. Wonnevoll) Blissful. 
 
 Woon, (Ger. Wunde) Wound. 
 
 Word-blay Word-play, pun, quibble. 
 
 iVur-st A German student word for indifference. 
 
 Wurst, (Ger.) Sausage. 
 
 Yaeger, (Ger.) Huntsman. 
 
 Yaegersmann, Jaegersmann Huntsman. 
 
 Yager, (Jager, Ger.) Hunter. 
 
 Yar, (Ger. Jahr) Year. 
 
 Yartauscnd, Jahrtausend A thousand years. 
 
 Yellow pine Mulatto. 
 
 " I lost a maiden in that hour." Byron. 
 
 Yonge maegden, (Flem.) Young girls. 
 Yungling, Jiingling, (Ger.) Youth. 
 ZapJ et aus, (Ger.) Tap the barrel. 
 Zimmer, (Ger.) Room. 
 Zukunftig, (Ger.) In future. 
 
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