Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1899-05-25
Origin If .Hoch der KAISER"

cuildT clrCuulstduSSs III -"ohtN"A -
October, 1897. The poem as it was in
the original consisted of thirteen
verses, not eight, as published
throughout the world during the last
two years.
The occasion upon which the poem
was written was the Emperor
Williams speech upon the divine
right of kings and his own special
mission upon earth. At that time
A. NJ. L. Gordon, Scotchman
by birth, and whose real name
was A. McGregor Rose, was
member of the Montreal Herald staff,
He had ben in the habit of writing
verses upon different subjects, and
was looked upon as very bright fel-
low indeed. The city editor, turning
to him, said:
Give up a poem, Gordon, on the
Emperor"
In less than an hours time he turn
ed out thirteen verses, which were en-
titled by him KAISER q Co.," not
"Hoch der Kaiser The matter was
sent up to the printer just as it was
written, and by some mistake the
foreman of the composing room only
picked up eight verses in type, leaving
the other five verses on the galley,
The paper went to press and Gordon,
who was very particular about his
matter being strictly correct, got one
Of the first copies off the press. He
at once saw the mistake, and the form
was recast, not, however, before few
hundred had been sent into the mail.
ing room for the foreign mails. Thus
the fact that only eight verses were
copied in the papers which printed
the poem at the time. In the second
edition it was given in full and signed
A. M. R. Gordon. Here is the poem
in its original form:
Der Kaiser of dis Fatherlanl
Und Colt on high all uings COM
mand,
We two-ach! Don't you understand?
Myself-und Colt.
He reigns in heafen and always shall,
Und mein own embire don'd vas
shmall.
Elm noble pair ! drinks you call
Myself-und Colt.
Vile some men sing der power divine,
Mein soldiers sing Der Yacht am
Rhein"
Und drink der health in a Rheinish
wine
OF me-und Colt.
Dere's France, she swaggers all
aroundt,
She's auspespielt.
To much we think she don't amount,
Myself-und Colt.
She will not dare to fight again,
But if she shouldt, I'll show her blain
Dot Elsass land in French) Lorraine
Are mein-by Colt.
Won Bismarck vas man auf might,
Und dought he was CLEAR out auf
sight,
But ach! he was nicht good to fight
Nit me-und Gott
We knock him like Elm man auf sdraw
We let him know whose will vas law,
Und dot we don't would sdand his jaw
Meinself-md Gott,
We send him oudt in big disgrace,
We gif him insuldt to his face,
IND put Caprivi in his place,
Meinself-und Colt.
Und ven Caprivi get svelled hedt
We very promptly on him set,
IND toldt him to get up and get,
Meinself-und Colt.
Dere's grandma drinks she is nicht
small beer,
Midi Beers ind such she interfere;
She'll learn none owns dis hemisphere
But me-und Colt!
She drinks, good frau, some ships she's
got,
Und soldiers midi der scarlet goat.
Ach. We could knock them! Pouf!
Like that,
Myself-midt Colt!
In dimes OF peace. prebare for wars,
| bear the spear and helm of Mars,
Und care not for den thousand Cars,
Myself-midt Colt!
In fact, humor efry whim,
With aspect dark and visage grim;
Gott pulls nit me, und ! nit him.
Myself-und Colt.