Boot vhere ish now de Schnitzerl's soul? In Himmel troo de entless plue It takes a medeor ride. -Breitmann Ballads. SELECTION FROM BREITMANN'S CHURCH. GOING ΤΟ Breitmann had led his troopers out of Nashville for the purpose of visiting a distant church, partly in order to satisfy his "religios Gefuhl" and partly because an "intelligent contraband" had brought information that "There's twenty barr'ls of whisky in dat Tabernacle sure." All rosen red de mornin fair All violet plue de shky crew teep All cloudy grey de limeshtone rocks "Now loudet vell de Organ oop, De low mass of de sabre, und "Du Eberlé aus Freiburg, "Derefore a Miserére Vilt dou, be-ghostet, spiel; Pe referent, men-rememper Du, Conrad, go along de aisles, Dey blay crate dings from Mozart, Beethoven und Méhul, Mit chorals of Sebastian Bach, Sooplime und peaudiful. Der Breitmann feel like holy saints, De tears roon down his fuss, Und he sopped out: "Gott verdammich-dis Ist wahres Kunstgenuss!" Der Eberlé blayed oop so high Ve heardt der Breitmann sing. Ash he dinked on Sonntags long agone Und louder und mit louder tone Dey singed ash if mit singin dey Vhen in de Abendsonnenschein, Mit eye-palls glarin round, Und cried: "For Gott's sake, hoory oop! De reps ish gomin down!" Und vhile he yet vas shpeakin, Und vhile de waves of musik "For we uns ar' a comin For to guv to you uns fits, Und ash fisch-hawk at a mackarel De Dootch went at deir horses, Crate shplendors of de treadful Vere in dat pattle rush; Crate vights mit swordt und carpine In famished morder fits— For de rebs vere mad ash boison, Und de Dootch ver droonk as blitz. Yet vild ash vas dis pattle, So quickly vas it o'er :O vhy moost I forefer Pestain mine page mit gore! Py liddle und py liddle, Dey drawed demselfs afay; Oft toornin round to vighten, Like booffaloes at bay. De scatterin shots grew fewer, Ve heared dem vainter crow. |