Ock ne Kott loben Danck, ick leb nock kanss wohl auf.
Vot roombles down de Bergstrass?
Vot a grash ish in de air!
Der Deutscher rides to kill.
Vhy die Fräntschmen toorn ad bay?
Und die pridge ish coot avay!
Den toorn him round to die.
Ish shdop in his career?
Vot for he pool his pridle?
Vot for let down his speer?
Grow pigger, rimmed mit staub?
Dat der Colonel self was shkare.
Can de grafe gife oop its tead?
Mein freund mon Jean Bouilli.
Jean how weiss your beard ish grown!
Troo a life ish efer grow!
Und von tead man gries for more!
"O Mädchen! schön im Himmel!
Of soosh as me und mine?
Whereto hast dou a sabre?
"O, ne pleurez pas, mon Breitmann!
"How! you crois dat I was mort!
Would kill me o'er again.
To de forty years ago.