1. Mine heart ish proken into little pits,
I tells you, friend, what for:
mine schweet-heart, von coot patriotic kirl,
she trives me off mit der war.
I fights for her der pattles of te flag,
I schtrikes so prave as I can;
put now long time she nix remembers me,
and coes mit another man.
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Ah! Mein fraulein! You ish so ferry unkind!
You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live
and leaves poor Schnapps pehind,
and leaves poor Schnapps pehind.
2. I march all tay, no matter if der schtorm
pe worse ash Mose's flood;
I lays all night, mine head upon a schtump,
and "sinks to schleep" in der mud.
Der nightmare comes - I catch him ferry pad -
I treams I schleeps mit der ghost!:
I wakes next morning frozen in der cround,
so schtiff as von schtone post.
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3. They gives me hartpread, tougher as a rock -
it almost preaks mine zhaw:
I schplits him sometimes mit an iron wedge,
and cuts him up mit a saw.
They kives me peef, so ferry, ferry salt,
like Sodom's wife, you know:
I surely dinks they put him in der prine
von huntred year ago.
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4. Py'n py we takes von city in der South _
we schtays there von whole year:
I kits me sourkrout much as I can eat,
und blenty loccar pier.
I meets von laty repel in der schtreet,
so handsome effer I see:
I makess to her von ferry callant pow _
put ah! she schpits on me.
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5. "Hart times!" you say, "What for you folunteer?"
I told you, friend, what for:
mine schweet-heart, von coot patriotic kirl,
she trives me off mit der war.
Alas, alas, my bretty little von
vill schmile no more on me:
put schtill I fights de pattles of te flag
to set mine countries free.
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