Sans Brietmann's Party

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Page 5 - pout dwo hoondred pound, Und efery dime she gife a shoomp She make de vindows sound. Hans Breitmann gife a barty, I dells you it cost him dear; Dey rolled in more ash sefen kecks Of foost-rate lager beer.
Page 32 - 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
Page 5 - HANS BREITMANN'S PARTY HANS BREITMANN gife a barty; Dey had biano-blayin' : I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau, Her name was Madilda Yane. She hat haar as prown ash a pretzel, Her eyes vas himmel-plue, Und ven dey looket indo mine, Dey shplit mine heart in two. Hans Breitmann gife a barty: I vent dere, you'll pe pound. I valtzet mit Madilda Yane Und vent shpinnen round und round.
Page 31 - Gasthaus, Und dere I trinks some beer." Und den outshpoke de maiden Vot hadn't got nodings on: "I tont dink mooch of beoplesh Dat goes mit demselfs alone. "You'd petter coom down in de wasser, Vere deres heaps of dings to see, Und hafe a shplendid tinner Und drafel along mit me.
Page 6 - Und venefer dey knocks de shpicket in De Deutschers gifes a cheer. I dinks dat so vine a barty Nefer coom to a het dis year. Hans Breitmann gife a barty: Dere all vas Souse und Brouse ; Ven de sooper comed in, de gompany Did make demselfs to house.
Page 32 - Shoost look at dese shpoons und vatches ! Shoost see dese diamant rings ! Coom down und full your bockets, Und I'll giss you like avery dings.
Page 118 - 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 no ding wrong.
Page 6 - Dill de coonshtable made oos shtop. Hans Breitmann gife a barty — Where ish dat barty now ! Where ish de lofely golden cloud Dat float on de moundain's prow? Where ish de himmelstrahlende Stern — De shtar of de shpirit's light? All goned afay mit de Lager Beer — Afay in de Ewigkeit ! Charles Godfrey Leland .. "/ valt^et mil Madilda Yane Und -vent shpinnen round und round.
Page 113 - 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 ; All cloudy grey de limeshtone rocks Coom oop troo dimmerin' wood ; All shnowy vite in mornin' light De shoorsh pefore dem shtood. Now loudet vell de organ, oop, To drill mit solemn fear ; Und ring also dat Lumpenglock. To pring de beoples here. Und if it prings guerillas down, Ve 'll gife dem, py de Lord, De low-mass of de sabre, and De high-mass of de cord.
Page 24 - 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, bei 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 1 By donder dat is so ! He ridet oout upon de blains To shase de boofalo.

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