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Uns ist in alten Maeren	A
wunders viel geseit	B
Von Helden lobebaeren	A
von grosser Arebeit	B
Von Festen und Hochzeiten	A
von Weinen und Klagen	A
Von kuehnen Recken Streiten	A
m ht Ihr nun Wunder h ren sagen	A
Der Nibelungen Lied	B
DO oos in anciend shdory	C
Crate voonders ish peen told	B
Of lapors fool of glory	C
Of heroes bluff und bold	B
Of high oldt times a kitin	A
Of howlin und of tears	D
Of kissin and of vightin	A
All dis we likes to hears	E
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Dere growed once dimes in Schwaben	A
Since fifty years pegan	A
An shild of decend elders	F
His name Hans Breitemann	A
De gross adfentures dat he had	B
If you will only look	G
Ish all bescribed so truly	C
In dis fore lyin book	G
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Und allaweil dese lieder	C
Vere goin troo his het	B
De writer lay von Sonntay	B
a shleepin in his bett	B
Vhen lo a yellow bigeon	A
Coom to him in a dream	H
De same dat Mr Barnum	I
Vonce had in his Mus um	I
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Und dus out shprach de bigeon	A
If you should brint de songs	J
Or oder dings of Breitmann	A
Vhich to dem on belongs	J
Dey will tread de road of Sturm and Drang	K
Die wile es m hte leben	A
Und be mis geborn in pattle	C
To dis fate ish it ergeben	A
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Und dus rebly de dreamer	C
If on de ice it shlip	L
Denn led id dake ids shanses	J
Rip Sam und let 'er rip	L
Dou say'st id vill pe sturmy	I
Vot sturmy ish ish crand	B
Crates heroes ish de beoples	J
In Uncle Samuel's land	B
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Du bist ein rechter Gelbschnabel	C
O golden bigeon mine	A
Und I'll fighdt id on dis summer	C
If id dakes me all dis line	A
Full liddle ish de discount	B
Oopon de Yankee peeps	J
Go to hell exglaim de bigeon	A
Foreby vas all mine shleeps	J
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Dere vent to Sout Carolina	A
A shentleman who dinked	B
Dat te pallads of der Breitmann	A
Should papered pe und inked	B
Und dat he vouldt fixed de brintin	A
Before de writer know	A
Dis make to many a brinter	C
Fool many a bitter woe	A
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All in de down of Charleston	A
A druckerei he found	B
Where dey cut de copy into takes	J
Und sorted it around	B
Und all vas goot peginnen	A
For no man heeded mooch	M
Dat half de jours vas Mericans	J
Und half of dem vas Dutch	M
	-
Und vorser shtill anoder half	N
Had vorn de Federal plue	C
Vhile de anti half in Davis grey	C
Had peen Confeterates true	C
Great Himmel vot a shindy	B
Vas shdarted in de crowd	B
Vhen some von read Hans Breitmann	A
His Barty all aloud	B
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Und von goot nadured Yankee	C
He schwear id vos a shame	I
To dell soosh lies on Dutchmen	A
Und make of dem a game	I
Boot dis make mad Fritz Luder	C
Und he schwear dis treat of Hans	J
Vos shoost so goot a barty	B
Ash any oder man's	J
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Und dat nodings vas so looscious	J
In all dis eartly shpeer	C
Ash a quart mug fool of sauer kraut	B
Mit a plate of lager bier	C
Dat de Yankee might pe tam mit himself	O
For he der Fritz hafe peen	A
In many soosh a barty	B
Und all dose dings hafe seen	A
	-
All mad oopsproong de Yankee	C
Mit all his passion ripe	L
Und vired at Fritz mit de shootin shtick	P
Vheremit he vas fixin type	L
It hit him on de occupit	B
Und laid him on de floor	C
For many a long day afder	C
I ween his het was sore	C
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Dis roused Piet Weiser der Pfaelzer	C
Who vas quick to act und dink	Q
He helt in hand a roller	C
Vheremit he vas rollin ink	Q
Und he dake his broof py shtrikin	A
Der Merican top of his het	B
Und make soosh a vine impression	A
Dat he left de veller for deat	B
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Allaweil dese dings oonfolded	B
Dere vas rows of anoder kind	B
Und drople in de wigwam	I
Enough to trife dem plind	B
Und a crate six vooted Soudern man	A
Vot hafe vorked on a Refiew	O
Shvear he hope to Gott he mighd pie de forms	J
If de Breitmann's book warn't true	C
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For de Sout' vas ploundered derriple	C
Und in dat darksome hour	C
He hafe lossed a yallow pine maiden	A
Of all de land de vlower	C
Bright gold doublones a hoondered	B
For her he'd gladly bay	C
Ash soon ash a thrip for a ginger cake	R
Und deem it cheap dat day	C
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To him antworded a Yorker	C
Who shoomp den dimes de boun ti ee	C
De only dings he lossed in de war	C
Was a sense of broperty	C
Says he Votefer you hafe dropped	C
Some oder shap hafe get	C
Und de yallow pine liked him petter ash you	C
On dat it is safe to bet	C
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Dead pale pecame dat Soudern brave	O
He tidn't so moosh as yell	C
Boot he drop right on to de Yorker	C
Und mit von lick bust his shell	C
Denn out he flashed his pig sticker	C
Und mit looks of drementous gloom	I
Rooshed vildly in de pattle	C
Dat vas ragin round de room	I
	-
Boot in angulo in de corner	C
Anoder quarrel vas grow	C
'Twix a Boston shap mit a Londoner	C
Und de row ish gekommen so	C
De Yankee say dat de H u mor	C
Of soosh writin vas less dan small	C
Dough it maket de beoples laughen	A
Boot dat vas only all	C
	-
Denn a Deutscher say by Donner	C
Dat soosh a baradox	C
Vould leafe no hope for writers	C
In all Pandora's b nder box	C
'Twas like de sayin dat Heine	A
Hafe no witz in him goot or bad	C
Boot he only kept sayin witty dings	C
To make beoples pelieve he had	C
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Denn de oder veller be headed	C
Dat dere vas not a shbark of foon	A
In de pad spelt lieds when you lead dem	I
Into Englisch correctly done	A
Den a Proof Sheet veller respondered	C
For he dink de dings vas hard	C
Dat ish shoost like de goot oldt lady	C
Ash vent to hear Artemus Ward	C
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Und say it vas shames de beoples	C
Vas laugh demselfs most tead	C
At de boor young veller lecturin	A
Vhen he tidn't know vot he said	C
Hereauf de Yankee answered	C
Gaul dern it Shtop your fuss	C
And all de crowd togeder	C
Go slap in a grand plug muss	C
	-
De Yankee shlog de Proof Sheet	C
Soosh an awfool smock on de face	C
Dat he shvell right oop like a poonkin	A
Mit a sense of his tisgrace	C
Boot der Deutscher boosted an ink keg	S
On dop of de oder's hair	C
It vly troo de air like a boomshell denn	A
Mine Gotts Vot a sighdt vas dere	C
	-
Denn ofer all de shapel	C
Vierce war vas ragin loose	C
Fool many a vighten brinter	C
Got well ge gooked his goose	C
Fool many a nose mit fisten	A
I ween was padly scrouged	C
Fool many an eye pright gleamin	A
Vas ploody out gegouged	C
	-
D wart fgehouwen	A
Dere vas hewin off of pones	C
D h rte man darinne	A
Man heardt soosh treadful croans	C
Jach waren d die Geste	C
De row vas rough and tough	O
Genuoge sluogen wunden	A
Dere vas plooty wounds enough	O
	-
De souls of anciend brinters	C
From Himmel look down oopon	A
Und allowed dat in a chapel	C
Dere was nefer soosh carryins on	A
Dere was Lorenz Coster mit Gutemberg	S
Und Scheffer mit der Fust	C
Und Sweynheim mit Pannartz trop deers	C
Oopon dis teufel's dust	C
	-
Dere vas Yankee jours extincted	C
Who lay upon de vloor	C
Dere vas Soudern rebs destructed	C
Who vouldt nefer Jeff no more	C
Ash deir souls rise oop to Heafen	A
Dey heardt de oldt brinters' calls	C
Und Gutemberg gifed dem all a kick	S
Ash he histed dem ofer de walls	C
	-
Dat ish de vay dese Ballads	C
Foorst vere crooshed in ploot and shdorm	I
Fool many a day moost bass afay	O
Pefore dey dook dis form	I
De copy flootered o'er de preasts	C
Of heroes lyin todt	C
Dis vas de dire peginnin	A
Das war des Breitmann's Noth	T
	-
Dis song in Philadelphia	O
Long dimes ago pegun	A
In Paris vas gondinued und	C
In Dresden ist full done	A
If any toubt apout de facts	C
In nople minds ish grew	C
Let dem ashk Carl Benson Bristed	C
He knows id all ish drue	C
	-
Und now dese Breitmann shdories	C
In gebrindt in many a lant	C
Sogar in far Australia	O
Dey're gestohlen und bekannt	C
Geh hin mein Puch in alle Welt	C
Steh auss was dir kompt zu	C
Man beysse Dich man reysse Dich	M
Nur dass man mir nichts thu	T