Published 20th March 1810, by LAURIE & WHITTLE, N° 53, Fleet Street London.

BARON *DONDER-DRONK-DICKDORF AND MISS QUOLTZ.

Sung by Mr. FAWCETT, with unbounded Applause, in the popular Drama, called "The FREE KNIGHTS, or the Edict of Charlemagne."

Written by J. F. REYNOLDS, Esq.

BARON Donder-dronk-dickdorf said, one summer's day,
' Though wedlock's a name that revolts,
Whatever our folks in Westphalia may say,
I've a great mind to marry Miss Quoltz:
For of all the dear angels that live near the Weser,
Miss Quoltz is the stoutest and tallest;
Though of all German barons, ambitious to please her,
I know I'm the shortest and smallest.'

†Ich mochte gern danzen Waltz
Mit der langen schoensten Quoltz.

Soon Donder-dronk-dickdorf, with amorous phiz,
On tiptoe imparted his flame;—
' Ah, Baron! she sigh'd, ' what a pity it is,
You are not half so long as your name !'
' If names,' said the Baron, ' were smaller or bigger,
To suit ev'ry size at a pinch,
Your name, dear Miss Quoltz, to keep up to your figure,
Would measure six feet and an inch !'

Ich mochte, &c.

The wedding-day fix'd, both the parties agreed
That the peasants should dance German waltzes,
And drink to the future mix'd long and short breed
Of the Donder-dronk-Dickdorfs and Quoltzes.
To the church, then, on foot, went this ace with his size—
' What's this crowd for?' cries one of the people;
' For a Baron who's taking,' (an arch wag replies,)
' A morning's walk under the steeple.'

Before supper, one night, 'ere their honey-moon fled,
They so quarrell'd—some wives would have struck him—
But the baroness took up the lord of her bed,
And over the chimney-piece stuck him.
As the servant came in, said the baron, ' you clown,
Not a word when the guests come to sup;
I have only been giving my wife a set down,
And she giving me a set up.'

Ich mochte, &c.

* Thundering drunk Dickdorf.

† I could wish to dance Waltz
With the tall beautiful Quoltz.