Breitmanns Last Ballads - The Gypsy Lover

Dot vos a schwartz Zigeuner     Dot on a viddle played,     Und oonderneat a fenster     He makt a serenade.     Dot vos a lofely gountess     Who heardt de gypsy blayn.     Said she, Who make dot musik     Vot sound so wunderscheen?     Dot vos de schwartz Zigainer     Who vos fery quick to twig;     Und he song a mournvoll pallad     How his hearts vos prokenbig!     Dot vos de lofely gountess     Said, Dell me who you are?     He saidt, Mein name is Janosch,     De Lord of Temesvar.     Dot vos de lofely gountess     Said, Come more near to me,     I vants to dalk on pizness:     Ill trow you down de key.     Dot vos de moon kept lightin     De gountess in her room,     Boot somedings moost have vrighten     De minstrel tid not coom.     Dot vos a treadfool oudgry     Ven early in de morn     Dey foundt de hens vos missin,     Und all de wash vos gone!     Dot vos a schwartz Zigeuner     Vot sot oopon de dirt     A-eatin roasted schickens     All in a new glean shirt.