There was a captain-general who ruled in Vera Cruz,
And what we used to hear of him was always evil news:
He was a pirate on the sea—a robber on the shore,
The Señor Don Alonzo Estabán San Salvador.
There was a Yankee skipper who round about did roam;
His name was Stephen Folger, and Nantucket was his home:
And having gone to Vera Cruz, he had...
I have two friends—two glorious friends—two better could not be,
And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me.
The first was shot by Carlist thieves—ten years ago in Spain.
The second drowned near Alicante—while I alive remain.
I love to see their dim white forms come floating through the night,
And grieve to see them fade away in...
Der noble Ritter Hugo
Von Schwillensanfenstein
Rode out mit shpeer und helmet,
Und he coom to de panks of de Rhine.
Und oop dere rose a meermaid,
Vot hadn’t got nodings on,
Und she say, “O, Ritter Hugo,
Vare you goes mit yourself alone?”
Und he says, “I ride in de creen-wood,
Mit helmet and mit shpeer,...
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
Dey had biano-blayin;
I felled in lofe mit a Merican frau,
Her name was Madilda Yane.
She had haar as prown ash a pretzel,
Her eyes vas himmel-plue,
Und ven dey looket indo mine,
Dey shplit mine heart in two.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
I vent dere you ’ll pe pound.
I...
