HANS BREITMANN gife a barty, Dey had biano-blayin; I felled in lofe mita Merican frau, Her name was Madilda Yane. She had 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. De pootiest Frauelein in de house, She vayed '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 as sefen kecks Of foost-rate Lager Beer. 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; Dey ate das Brot und Gensy broost, De Bratwurst und Braten vine, Und vash der Abendessen down Mit four parrels of Neckarwein. Hans Breitmann gife a barty; We all cot troonk ash bigs. I poot mine mout to a parrel of bier, Und emptied it oop mit a schwigs. Und denn I gissed Madilda Yane Und she shlog me on de kop, Und de gompany fited mit daple-lecks 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING I HEARD YOUR SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES by WALT WHITMAN ODE TO DUTY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS by JAMES BEATTIE |