Weekly Trinity journal., 1860-09-15
A New Deufsch ballad.
By MEIsTER CARL.


Ven lifed in Perrin where de peoples is alfays
oopon spree,
| Where de Madchen are pooty as everydings, und
you drinks dem goot white bier,
Und dere in that Stadt lifed Heinrich Plat, a
lYtenant officer
Now Lytenant Plat was nice young man, folks
called him peter as all,
Efery Sontay he goes at de opera or else nit a
fancy pail
garels he vas raider too free,
But dinks on de whole dat in all Perrin de NOR
aest man was he.
Now der Graf Won Schlau und die Grafnn Won
Grau dey dinked they'd git engage,
Ind Heinrich vent to see de dngs und it poot
him in a rage
It mate him feel so lonely to dnk he batn't wife,
| Und he swore to himself, " Herr Jolt verdimmcb,
potZ Bomben und jranaten kreuZSyhock.
schwereroth donnerweter und doria nOcb
nal - | diuks be nefer swared so bad in his
life
Dere should be a Jicture in dere TO sho,c hOac de
Graf tdat mems a counO und die Grafnn (dat as a
she coaaO did demSe!fS engqged nit rings on DER
vmgerS.l
! IND ven de party vas ofer he walked nit de light
Of de moon,
| Und as he goes nit himself alone lie dinks he
hears a tune;
Und he sees a pig musk garten, und it fcelcd
him fiery pad
To see the vellers NIT sweethearts a valzen about
like mad.
So be dinked about de boetry pooks, and all de
dings dey tell Us,
POut Goethe und Schiller, und Hans Bretmann,
und mineself, und all of us celeprated vellers,
Und den be reasons nit Hegel und Fichte dat
everydings is noting at all,
So he concluded rite away shoost now he'd go
/ nd CHI tot mil bo,,,
der and pail
So he goes oop home to his lidde room all pound
to poot it troo,
Und he kits out pooty pig bistol NIT pount of
Und he lodet oop de bistol nit percoochen gaps
und let,
Und dinks if de National Zeitumg would Describe
him ven he vas tet.
So he lifted oop de bistol-but yoost as he got it
half ways
lie pooled de drigger little too soon-dcre
coomed a brilliant plaze
Und vot you dinks dc whole of de room vas all
in a tyfelish flash,
For de bistol set fire to de bowder flask, und plew
de room all to smash
Fancy Gictare at dis point h0t0 Heinrich kits
knocted ocer, md hoac de ot uonlan Of de house
c0omed IN uni got scared p0oty mast haIf, or dree-
quarters, or eighty-Seret and a-hay cents ~0rh to
deaM]
Und dey bicks him oop and drawed off his clothes
und he dinks he III go to sleep,
But when he looked at himself n de class he COON
pooty little near to weep,
For his face all fool of goonpowder enough
to make one fear,
Und he looked more like de dyfel dan Proosian
officer.
Now when dings has cot to de worstest pooty
soon dey pegin to durn,
Und SO it coomed in u day OF two that all Perrin
did learn
Dat Heinrich had tried to kill himself, und dc
ladies peginned requestin
Dere frents to introduce dc man, for de dings
was quite interestin.
| Und de pestest of all de Damen was a beautiful
Nirtemboorg maid,
Und she loolle ed nit de rest at Heinrich ven she
seed him on barade,
| Cnd She haG more dirty hoondred tousand
thalers und CASTLE und dngs mitin,
Und her water used to had peen Geheimerath
und her mutter Gehemeratbinn.
[BjctWe 10 yourself a Jjcture hov Heinrich stood
atone NIT hiDtSeD IN de peer gardrn and feeled pad
like ar0y dmgs.l
Und dey meeted at last in a coort pall-und ven
he saw her charms,
Und de vey she looked at him NIT sehnsucht,
Heinrich rooSbed rite away into her arms,
nd gissed her pout seven or six dozen times,
und den kneeled down at her foot,
! nd de edelleute und de noples uud de king und
de IOlmaitressen wiped dere handkerchief
nit dere eyes und said it vas foost-rate goot
Dis is chere / meaned to put in a crate Jctme--
how Heinrich htSsed de ytnqian, and how de king,
mil grown his ha, and de HQfmatreSsen stoot py,
nit by trais, ua'iam demselfs md gryihg But
de boobies diSidid de piOck ame0heres. IL is crate
putes.l
So pimepy dey had weddin NIT all de peoples
in town,
Und sooper dat vas vine enough to pring de
angels down,
Und de king vas dere, and ne ask Heinrich he
tdn't feel tired ~
Und de beOples Taught dill dey fell down boomp
on de ylOOr, de choke vas SO much admired.
Dis is de end Of de ballat pout Lytenant Helm
rich Won Plat,
If you go and ask de folkes in Perin you II Wind
| it's all true at dat.
Und here ends nit moral which found nit a
heap of pains,
1t is peter to plow de foornture oop dan to do
de same nit your prans
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