Breitmanns Last Ballads - Fritzerl Schnall

Ash on de Alapama biz,     Deep sinnin long I sat,     I dinks von ding for dinkin     Py afery Diplomat;     Und dat ist: dat voll many a ding     Vot ist de facto done,     May pe de jure unbossible,     Und officil unknown,     Von dimes in San Franciscus,     Im Californian land,     Among de Californaments     Dere woned a Deutscher band;     Und shief among dese heroes     Dere shone Herr Fritzerl Schnall,     Who nefer vouldt pelief in nichts     Dat vas not logicl.     Vell den: von tay as Fritzerl     Vas valk Dolores Shtreet,     Mein Gott! how he vas over-rush     Ein gut oldt friendt to meet;     Hans Liederschnitz aus Augsburg,     Vot professed in Bayrisch bier     Gottskreuz! du alter Schlingel!     Cried Fritz: Was mochst du hier?     Now in des dimes I scribe of,     Dree ways der vere bakannt,     Und only dree, to get to     Das Californigen Landt.     De virst de Plains coom ofer;     De next, de Istmoos troo;     De dird aroundt Cape Horn,     All ofer de ocean plue.     But de first lot of surveyors     For de railroad overland,     Vas seek a new vay northwarts,     All for de Eisenbahn,     Und mit dem, der professor     Of Lager vent along;     So he kommed to San Franciscus,     Und den into dis song.     But ash unto Herr Fritzerl     Dis news vas unerheard,     He couldt not know de tidings     Wherevon he had no vord;     Und derefore dis here quesdion     He makes to Hans: Old hoss,     I kess de vay you kit hier,     You kommed de Blains agross?     Nein, nein, sayt Liederschnitzerl;     I komm not ash you say.     Vell, den, antworded Fritzerl,     It pes anoder vay.     If you komm de Blains not ber,     I see vot you hafe do:     You make an longer um-way     Und gross de Istmoos troo.     Nein, nein, acain saidt Schnitzerl,     Dat road I nefer know,     Und vas not ride de Istmoose!     Cried Fritz, erstaunisched, SO     You komm de Blains not ber,     Nor gross de Istmoose troo?     Vell, den to make de Horn aroundt     Vas all dat you could do!     I shvears py Gott! says Schnitzerl,     So sure as you vas porn,     Exshept oopon some ochsen     I nefer saw a horn.     Dat ish mitwiles, too while-en     I hafe von in mine hand,     Und trink to dy Gesundheit,     Im lieben Vaterland.     Erstaunished stoot der Fritzerl:     No wort herout brought he:     Und sinned, und sinned den sighftserd.     Potz blitz! how vash dis pe?     Ontill a light from Himmel     Vlash down into him shtraight,     Ash Heafen in Yacob Bhme     Vlash from a bewter blate.     Den laut he cry, eye-shbarklin,     Ash droonk mit Truth tifine,     Like der Wahrheitseher Novalis:     Herr Gott! es leucht mir ein!     If you komm de Blains not over,     Nor py Horn, nor py canl,     Den I shwears you dis, Hans Schnitzerl,     Du bist not here at all!     MORAL     Go in for Wahrheit,     Und for Pure Reason seek;     If it land you in a pog-hole,     Den die dere like a brick!     Gott brosber all logikers,     Und pless deir nople breed;     Und so ist komm zu ende     Dis Breitmanns letzte Lied.