The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-07-17

Hans Brsitmann's Party.

Some little time ago there appeared
9 song called Hans Breitmann's Party,
written in comical imitation OF Eng
hsh. spoken with a strong German
accent. and full of rollicklng humor.
The description of Hans Breitmann' s
marty where - dey had bianO blayin,
where auests call cot trunk ash bigs,
and at the end, de company flied
NIT daple -leeks dill de coonshtaple
make COS shtop," wound up with
sentimental reflection:
Hans Breltmann gife a barty,
Where ish dat party now?
Where ish de loiely golden cloud,
Dat float IN de mOundain's PROV?
" here is de henmels trahIender stern
DE sfltar of Je spirits Eght7
All goned afay nit de lager bier,
Afay in de T. ylgkeit.
This song, and half dozen similar
ballads by the same author. have been
collected into a little paper-bound
volume (Peterson), in which the
reader will find an abundant store of
amusement. The writer, Mr. Charles
Leland, of Philadelphia, has opened
an original vein of humor: his COM
1nand Of the German accent and Ger
man turns of expression is perfect,
and his wit is new and peculiar to
himself The ballads are the embod-
iment Of iovial fun, occasionally IN
termixed with little profanity, and
sometimes, perhaps, little coarse,
although they are utterly free from
any faint of vulgarity. One cause of
their unusual merit is the vigor and
dash which sustain the fun, and make
il continually fresh. One or two of
the war poems display real power. the
effect being heightened by the queer,
half ludicrous and half dramatic ma
ture OF the ballads. As q specimen
of this, we quote:
BREITSEANS IN MAR YLAND.
Der Breitmann NIT his company
Rhode out In Marylandt;
Dsra's n1ehts to drink in dis countrts,
Mine trOat's as dry as sand.
Its light canteen und naverSack,
Its noon er mixed nit doOrSt;
Und If we had some largerbier,
I'd trink oontiI boorSt.
CHING, g1arg, gloria!
We'd trtnk o0nttl we burst
Herr Lieutnant take dozen men,
Uud ride dis land arOuudt
Herr Feidwebei go foragln,
DllL -omed1lgS goOt Is found.
Cots doonder! men, go ploonder!
We Ia MT trlnlIed a bi
Dis fourdeen noursl II had bier,
I'd saur oontiI shplIti
Cling, glang, glorial
We'd ssnf oontll we shplit.
AT mitternacht, a horses hoofs
COON "a tim trOO de camp;
Rouse derel-Coom, rouse der hous
Herr Capitian, we moost trompl
De srouds have found q repel town,
Nit repel davern near;
A repeI Keller in the croud,
Nit repel lagerhieri A
Cling, gang, gloria!'
All fool of Iagerbierl
Gottsdqnnerkreuzchoepschwerenothl
How Breitmann broked de bush
" D let me see dat lagerbier!
q let me at him rush!
Und IS mein sabre sharp and truce
IND is meln war horse gOOd2
To get one quart of lagerbier,
Ia shpill a sea OF pfoot.
Cling, glang, glor1al
I'd shpiu a sea OF pIoot.
Fluent hOOnderd repels hold de downi
one hoouderd strong ere wei
Who cares q tam Tor all de odds,
When men so dirsty pei
Aud ~ dey smashed, and down dey crash
Like donderpoits tey fly;
Rush fort as der wild yseger CONS
Nit b'ttZ n troO de Sbkv,
Cling, glang, gloria!
Like uit zed trOO lie silky.
How hewed to right, how fiewed to left
De mountains, drees and hedge;
How left aud and right de yIeger corps
Went donderen troO the bridge.
Und splash ind splash dey ford die
Where not some bridges pc;
All dripping ia de moonlight peam,
Straexs went de cavailrie!
q Ing, glang, gloria
Der Breltnaann's cavallrie!
Und hoory, hoOry on der rote,
OOnhe edIn vet or try.
Und horse und rider shnort und blowed,
Und shparkltn beppIes fly.
ROpp Toppt-l scmell de parley- prev
Dere's something's goot lsh near:
RoPP! ropP ~ scent de kneiperei;
We've got to lager bier!
GIug. Z ang, glOriai
We've got TO lager bier!
Hell how de earpine pulIets kIInged
OOopen de helmets hart!
On, BFeltmann-hOw dy re.wringed:
Du alter knasterbarti
De contrabands dey sing for choy
To see dc r6hs go down,
IND hear der Breitmann erimly CRY:
Hoorah .-we've dock de down.
Victoria. Victoria!
DE Doolch have dock de down.
Mit shout und crash und sabre fash,
And wild husaren shout,
DE D0otchmen bOorSt de keller in,
IND rolled de lager out;
Und 10 de cooriin powder shmoke,
While still de pultets sung,
DeFs shtOOd der BreItmann AK Ia hand
A knOckin' out de boong.
Cling, glang, gloria
Victoria encOria!
be shpicket beats de boong.
Gottsl vot a shpree der Breltmann had
Vile yet bis hand was red,
4 Lr1nBtu' lager from his poots, e. -
Among a. repel tead.
Twas dus dey went at mitterntgh4
Along de noun tain side;
Twas dus dey help make history
DIS was der Ereitmann'S ride.
Cling, giang. glorial II 1tt
NtctOriai viCtOTiai
Ger vista, encoriai
De trsadfuI midnight ride
OF Brettmann's Wild FIeiScharlinger,
All famous, broad, ind wide.