Breitmann As An Uhlan. IV. Breitmann Takes the Town of Nancy

O hear a wondrous shdory     Vot soundet like romance,     How Breitmann mit four Uhlans     Vas dake de town of Nantz.     De Frntschmen call it Nancy,     Und dey say its fery hard     Dat Nancy mit her soldiers     Vas getook py gorprals guard.     Dey dink id vas King Wilhelm     Ash Hans ride in de down,     Und like Odin in his glorie     Gazed derriply aroun.     Denn mit awfool condesenchen     He at de Frntschmen shtare,     Und say, Ye wretsched shildren?     Abbortez mir vodre mre!     Hans mean de city Syndic,     Whom maire de Frntschmen call;     So mit a tousand soldiers     Dey scort him to de Hall;     In de shair of shtade dey sot him,     Der maire coom to pe heard,     Und Hans glare at him fife minutes     Pefore he shbeak a word.     Den in iron dones he ootered:     Ich temand que rentez fous:     Shai dreisig mille soldaten     Bas loin lici, barploo!     Aber tonnez-moi Champagner;     Shai an soif exdrortinaire     Apout one douzaine cart-loads;     Und dann je fous laisse faire.     Denn he say to Schwackenhammer,     His segretair Read     A liddle exdra list     Of dings de army need,     Und dell dem in Franzsisch     Dey moost shell de neetfool down     In less dan dwendy minudes,     Or, py Gott, Ill purn de town.     Item one tousand vatches     Of purest gold so fair;     Dazu fnf tousand silbern,     For de gommon soldiers wear;     Und tree dousand diamant ring     Dey moost make tirectly come,     We need dem for our schweethearts     Ven we write to em at home!     Von million cigarren     Vell accept ash extra boons     For not squeezin dem seferely,     Dazu dwelf tousand shboons.     Here der maire fell down in schwoonin,     Denn all dat he could say     Vas, O mon dieu, de dieu, dieu!     Nous voil ruines!     No wort der Breitmann ootered,     He only make a sgratch,     Calm and silend on de daple,     Mit a liddle friction match.     De maire versteh de motion,     So went him to de task     Of raisin mong de peoples     Vot it vas der Breitmann ask.     So kam he mit de ring,     Dey vind dem pooty soon;     So kam he mit de vatches,     Und avery silber spoon.     Boot ash for de champagner,     He wept and loudly call     Dat par dieu! he hadnt any,     For de Deutsch hafe troonk it all.     Ja! de gorporals guart have trinket     Efery pottle in de down,     Vhile dese negotiations     Oop-stairs vere written down.     Boot der Breitmann sooplimely,     Like von who nodings felt,     Said, Instet of le champagner     Nous brentirons du gelt.     Ja wohl! Donnes cent mille franken,     Cest mir ?gal, you know;     Pid dem pring id in a horry,     For Tis dime for oos to go.     Der maire he pring de money,     Und der Breitmann squeeze his hand,     Leb wohl, dou nople brickbat,     Herzbruder in Frankenland!     Boot it griefes my soul to larmen,     Und I sympathize mit dein,     To pense of you, mon ami,     Sans le champagner wein.     Dere will oder Deutsch pe gomin,     Und it preak mine heart to dink     De vay deyll bang and slang you     If deres no champagne to trink!     Cela fous fera miser     Que she ne feux bas see;     So, vollow mes gonseills,     Et brenez mon afis.     Shai, moi, deux mille boutelles,     De meilleur dat man can ashk,     Vich I will gladly sell     Sheap as dirt ten franks a flask.     De maire look oop to heafen,     Wohl nodings could he say,     Vhile oud indo de mitnight     Der Breitmann rode afay.     Away atown de falley,     Till noding more abbears     Boot de glitter of de moonlight,     De moonlight on deir spears.