Breitmann in Maryland

Der Breitmann mit his gompany     Rode out in Marylandt.     Deres nix to trink in dis countrie;     ine droats as dry as sand.     Its light canteen und haversack,     Its hoonger mixed mit doorst;     Und if ve had some lager beer     Id trink oontil I boorst.     Gling, glang, gloria!     Ved trink oontil ve boorst.     Herr Leutnant, take a dozen men,     Und ride dis land around!     Herr Feldwebel, go foragin     Dill somedings goot is found.     Gotts-donder! men, go ploonder!     Ve hafnt trinked a bit     Dis fourdeen hours! If I had beer     Id sauf oontil I shplit!     Gling, glang, gloria!     Ved sauf oontil ve shplit!     At mitternacht a horses hoofs     Coom rattlin droo de camp;     Rouse dere! coom rouse der house dere!     Herr Copitain ve moost tromp!     De scouds have found a repel town,     Mit repel davern near,     A repel keller in de cround,     Mit repel lager beer!!     Gling, glang, gloria!     All fool of lager beer!     Gottsdonnerkreuzschockschwerenoth!     How Breitmann broked de bush!     O let me see dat lager beer!     O let me at him rush!     Und is mein sabre sharp und true,     Und is mein var-horse goot?     To get one quart of lager beer     Id shpill a sea of ploot.     Gling, glang, gloria!     Id shpill a sea of ploot.     Fuenf hoonderd repels hold de down,     One hoonderd strong are ve;     Who gares a tam for all de odds     Vhen men so dirsty pe.     And in dey smashed and down dey crashed,     Like donder-polts dey fly,     Rash fort as der vild yger cooms     Mit blitzen droo de shky.     Gling, glang, gloria!     Like blitzen droo de shky.     How flewed to rite, how flewed to left     De moundains, drees, und hedge;     How left und rite de yger corps     Vent donderin droo de pridge.     Und splash und splosh dey ford de shtream     Vhere not some pridges pe:     All dripplin in de moondlight peam     Stracks vent de Cavallrie.     Gling, glang, gloria!     Der Breitmanns cavallrie.     Und hoory, hoory, on dey rote,     Oonheedin vet or try;     Und horse und rider shnort and blowed     Und shparklin bepples fly.     Ropp! Ropp! I shmell de parley-prew!     Deres somedings goot ish near.     Ropp! Ropp! I scent de kneiperei;     Veve got to lager beer!     Gling, glang, gloria!     Veve got to lager beer!     Hei! how de carpine pullets klinged     Oopon de helmets hart!     Oh, Breitmann how dy sabre ringed;     Du alter Knasterbart!     De contrapands dey sing for shoy     To see de rebs go down,     Und hear der Breitmann grimly gry:     Hoorah! veve dook de down.     Gling, glang, gloria!     Victoria, victoria!     De Dootch have dook de down.     Mid shout and crash and sabre flash,     And vild husaren shout     De Dootchmen boorst de keller in,     Und rolled de lager out;     Und in de coorlin powder shmoke,     Vhile shtill de pullets sung,     Dere shtood der Breitmann, axe in hand,     A knockin out de boong.     Gling, glang, gloria!     Victoria! Encoria!     De shpicket beats de boong.     Gotts! vot a shpree der Breitmann had     Vhile yet his hand was red,     A trinkin lager from his poots     Among de repel tead.     Tvas dus dey vent at mitternight     Along der moundain side;     Tvas dus dey help make history!     Dis vas der Breitmanns ride.     Gling, glang, gloria!     Victoria! Victoria!     Cervisia, encoria!     De treadful mitnight ride     Of Breitmanns vild Freischarlinger,     All famous, broad, und vide.