The Wirtemberger.

The name of Wirtemberg they hold
To come from Wirth am berg [69], I'm told.
A Wirtemberger who ne'er drinks
No Wirtemberger is, methinks!

Friedrich Schiller

Friedrich Schiller was a renowned German poet, philosopher, physician, historian, and playwright. Born on November 10, 1759, in Marbach am Neckar, and passing away on May 9, 1805, in Weimar, Schiller is considered one of the most important figures in German literature. His works, including 'Ode to Joy' and 'William Tell', have left a lasting impact on Western literature and thought.

Friedrich Schiller

The Ring Of Polycrates. [32] A Ballad.

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

To A Moralist.

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

Reproach To Laura.

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

Votive Tablets.

Friedrich Schiller, Simple Poetry

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(SUNG IN A CIRCLE OF FRIENDS.)

With one last bumper let us hail
The wanderer beloved,
Who takes his leave of this still vale
Wherein in youth he roved.

From loving arms, from native home,
He tears himself away,
To yonder city proud to roam,
That makes whole lands its prey.

Dissension flies, all tempests end,
And chained is strife abhorred;
We in the crater may descend
From whence the lava poured.

A gracious fate conduct thee through
Life's wild and mazy track!
A bosom nature gave thee true,
A bosom true bring back!

Thou'lt visit lands that war's wild train
Had crushed with careless heed;
Now smiling peace salutes the plain,
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Breitmann As An Uhlan. V. Breitmann in Bivouac

He 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 Breitmanns 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.

Denn his leutenant bemarket:
How voonder shdrange it peen
Dat so very many wild pigs
Ish dis year in de Ardennes.
Ash I sout dere donnerrwetter!
I sah dem coom heraus,
Shoost here und dere an Eber
Mit a hoondert tousand sows.

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Breitmann and the Turners

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners,
Novemper in de fall,
Und dey gifed a boostin bender
All in de Turner Hall.
Dere coomed de whole Gesangverein
Mit der Liederlich Aepfel Chor,
Und dey blowed on de drooms and stroomed on de fifes
Till dey couldnt refife no more.

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners,
Dey all set oop some shouts,
Dey tookd 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 hes pout half tead!

Hans Breitmann shoined de Turners;
Dey make shimnastig dricks;
He stoot on de middle of de floor,
Und put oop a fifdy-six.
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Breitmann As An Uhlan. VI. Breitmanns Last Party

For fear of some missed onder standings, I vould shtate, dat dis is only mean de last Barty dat der Coptain Breitmann has ge givenas yed. Pimepy I kess he gife anoder von, und if I kits an in-leading, or indrotuckshun, I kess Ill 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 Theologiä,
now Uhlan free-lancer,
und Segretarius of Coptain Breitmann.



Vot gollops at mitnight,
Mit hroolah and yell,
Like der teufels wild yäger
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;
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Breitmann in Turkey

Derr Breitmann hear im Turkenreich
Vas fighten high und low,
Steh auf, oh Schwackenhammer mein!
Its dime for us to go.
Zieh dein Kanonenstiefel an,
Und schleife Dir das Schwert,
Schon lang her han mer nichts gethan,
Der Weg ist reitenswerth.

Oopon vitch side? I hartly know
Boot von side in dis war:
Dere ist de holy Russ-land
All mit a holy Tsar;
But I pe not a holy-er,
Nor you von Saint, I fear;
Out line is holy ploonder,
Mit sacred Lager-bier.

Deres von Constantinoble-man
Vot write to me, und say
He kits me an commission
To make me Breitmann Bey,
Und if I mounts de turpan
Und keeps de Muslin law,
Und bribes ein wenig, den I rise
To Breitemann Pasha.

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Breitmann am Rhein - Cologne

How wunderschön das Vaterland
In audumn-life abbears;
Vot rainpows gild ids vallies crand,
Ven seen troo vallin tears.
Und VON Ill creet mit sang und klang,
Und drown in goldnen wein;
Old Deutschlands cot her sohn again:
Hans Breitmanns on der Rhein.

Und doughts ish schwell dat mighdy heart,
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 bilgrims pipe,
Dim shines de efenin star.

Hans look to find his baggage check,
Und see dat all ish shdraighdts,
Denn toorn him to de city toors,
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