Breitmann's Last Ballads - The Magic Shoes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEBE DBFBFGDG DHDFIDBD JKJKDLFL KHBMKDD JBDBNBO NBDBDPB DFJ DBB HBDBBLBL HBF FHJH BFQFJBDB DNBNBBBB NRBRRDRD BLRLRRBR BBJBBBB FBBBBDFD SLBLFBBB BBFBBBTB BFDFDBB JJBDFBBB BBBBLBB BHB BBDB BDBDBBHB BJJJBDB FBSBBDFD BDBDJBFB| It was stiller dimmer twilight | A |
| amber toornin' into gold | B |
| Like young maidens' hairs get yellow | C |
| und more dark as dey crow old | B |
| Und dere shtood a high ruine | D |
| vhere de Donau rooshed along | E |
| All lofely yet neclected | B |
| like an oldt und silent song | E |
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| Out shpoke der Ritter Breitmann | D |
| Ven I hafe not forgot | B |
| Ich kenn an anciendt shtory | F |
| of dis inderesdin shpot | B |
| Of the Deutscher Middleolter | F |
| vot de Minnesingers sung | G |
| Ven dot olt ruine oben | D |
| vas a bloomin fair und yung | G |
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| Vonce dere lifed a noble fr ulein | D |
| fery peautiful vas she | H |
| More ash twendy dimes goot lookin | D |
| it is in de historie | F |
| Und mit more ash forty quarters | I |
| on her woppenshield dot men | D |
| Might beholdt mitout a discount | B |
| she vas of de upper ten | D |
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| But dough lofely as an angel | J |
| mit eyes of turkos plue | K |
| She vas cruel ash a teufel | J |
| und de vorst man efer knew | K |
| Vonce ven a nople young one | D |
| kneeled down to her mit lofe | L |
| She kicket him mit her slipper | F |
| und oopset him on de shtove | L |
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| Und said 'I do refuse you | K |
| as you may plainly see | H |
| Und from dis day henseforvart | B |
| mine refuse you shall pe | M |
| Und when I do run afder you | K |
| like dogs run afder men | D |
| Den I vill pe your vife yung man | D |
| boot keep avay dill denn ' | - |
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| He lishten to her crimly | J |
| and no single vort he said | B |
| Boot de bitter dings she spoken | D |
| poot der teufel in his head | B |
| For she hafe not learned de visdom | N |
| vich is alvays safe and sound | B |
| 'Don't go to pourin' water on a mouse | O |
| ven id ist trowned ' | - |
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| Vonce at de end of autoom | N |
| ven de vind vos bitter cold | B |
| Dis maiden out a ridin' | D |
| met a voman poor and old | B |
| Her feets vere bare and pleedin' | D |
| and she said 'Ah ton't refuse | P |
| To gife me nople lady | B |
| yoosht de vorst of your oldt shoes ' | - |
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| De lady boorst out laughin' | D |
| 'Fool here or fool me dere | F |
| You give to me a couple | J |
| I gives to you a pair ' | - |
| Denn she rode avay a laughin' | D |
| de old voman says 'I wete | B |
| I'll give you shoes my lady | B |
| dot vill fit your soul and feet ' | - |
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| Dis voman vas a vitch | H |
| an bitter one dere to | B |
| All dot vot she had shpoken | D |
| she light enough could do | B |
| De Ritter did not know it | B |
| but he told her of his love | L |
| And how dot shkornful lady | B |
| hat oopset him mit de shtove | L |
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| Out spoke de grimme witch | H |
| 'She shall pay dee well to boot | B |
| If yo pring to me de measure | F |
| of dat lady's liddle foot ' | - |
| He got it from her shoemaker | F |
| and gafe id to de vitch | H |
| Denn she gafe it to de damsel | J |
| pooty soon as hot as pitch | H |
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| Von morn de lofely lady | B |
| on openin' her toor | F |
| Found de nicest pair of gaiter boots | Q |
| she efer saw pefore | F |
| Dey vitted her exoctly | J |
| mitouten any doubt | B |
| Boot mein Gott how she vas shrocken | D |
| ven dey 'gun to valk apout | B |
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| Und ash de poots go valkin' | D |
| like de buds go mit de stem | N |
| It vollowed dot de lady | B |
| had to valk apout in dem | N |
| Dey took her out into de street | B |
| dey run her on de road | B |
| Bym by she saw a man ahead | B |
| vot led her vhere she goed | B |
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| Vhen he vent valkin' longsome | N |
| denn longsome vas her pace | R |
| Vhen he roon like a greyhound | B |
| she skompered in a race | R |
| He led her o'er de moundains | R |
| und cross de lonely plain | D |
| Until de evenin' shadows | R |
| ven he took her home again | D |
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| Denn she dink mit hate and fury | B |
| of dis man she used to skoff | L |
| Und den go at de gaiters | R |
| boot she couldn't pull dem off | L |
| She vork mit all de servants | R |
| boot 'tvasent any use | R |
| Und so she hafe to go to bett | B |
| a shleepin' in her shoes | R |
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| Next mornin' off dey shtarted | B |
| apout de broke of day | B |
| Den he led her to a castle | J |
| in de woods and far away | B |
| And shpeak to her 'My lady | B |
| I dink at last you see | B |
| Dat de dime has come in earnesdt | B |
| vhen you've cot to vollow me ' | - |
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| Oh vat ish female nature | F |
| Oh vat ish mortal pride | B |
| How all dot shtands de firmest | B |
| most quickly shlips aside | B |
| De cloudts dot o'er de moundains | B |
| look shkornful at de plain | D |
| Ere long mit shtormy wetter | F |
| come toomble down in rain | D |
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| So de storm cloud of Superbia | S |
| vhich shweep her soul above | L |
| Vas meltet mit his shternness | B |
| and be turn d into love | L |
| As his words like donner wetter | F |
| croshed ven de lightnin' flies | B |
| So downward coom de torrents | B |
| of dear trops from her eyes | B |
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| Und she gry 'Mit shame I own it | B |
| to say de fery least | B |
| I gonfess dat in dis matter | F |
| I hafe acted like a peast | B |
| Ven I made of you my refuse | B |
| I dinked it no account | B |
| But now de pack is on my back | T |
| it seems a big amount | B |
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| 'But if you vish to ved me | B |
| I vill do vat you require | F |
| He answered 'Now you're talkin' | D |
| dot is yoost vot I tesire | F |
| For I am very willin' | D |
| and you do not refuse | B |
| Boot remember vot you bromised | B |
| send de vitch a pair of shoes ' | - |
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| She answered 'I vill follow | J |
| verever you may go | J |
| All ofer hills and falleys | B |
| in sunshine rain or schnow | D |
| All over in der Welt dear | F |
| I'll vander on vith thee | B |
| I do not care how rough de road | B |
| or dark de path may be | B |
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| 'Or in de bloomin' meadows | B |
| vhere de grass is soft and sweet | B |
| Or in de rocky passes | B |
| vhere de stones are under veet | B |
| Or if I vear de shoes love | L |
| vitch you hafe given me | B |
| Or if I moost go barefoot | B |
| is all de same to me ' | - |
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| He drew away de gaiters | B |
| She said 'As I'm rich | H |
| I vill fill dem both mit money | B |
| and take dem to de vitch ' | - |
| Ja wohl she saw die Hexe | B |
| and takin' her aside | B |
| She danked her for de lesson | D |
| vot hat dook avay her pride | B |
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| On de vay vhen dey vere married | B |
| how vere dey all erstaun | D |
| To see a lofely lady | B |
| come in mit golden crown | D |
| All in a rosy silken dress | B |
| vot shined as pright as glass | B |
| Said 'My dears I am de vitch | H |
| dot fetch dis ding to pass | B |
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| 'You know I look so ogly vonce | B |
| und now am peautiful | J |
| Dot ist de vay dot all dings vork | J |
| ven folks pe dutiful | J |
| Ash de lily toorns to vhitey | B |
| vot once vas dirty green | D |
| So all ist fair ven virdue | B |
| ist runnin' de machine ' | - |
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| Dis is de vondrous shtory | F |
| vot de Ritter Breitmann told | B |
| Besides the rooshin' Danube | S |
| of de schloss so grey und old | B |
| Vhile a shmokin' of his meerschaum | B |
| und till all time pe gone | D |
| The rustlin' of de vasser | F |
| tells de tale for ever on | D |
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| Dat is an alt legende | B |
| und yet 'Tis efer new | D |
| Und to efery von dot hears it | B |
| it fits yoost like a shoe | D |
| Und dis de shinin' moral | J |
| dot in de oyster lies | B |
| Some day you may roon after | F |
| de dings you vonce despise | B |
Charles G. Leland
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