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...

No! never such a draught was poured

  Since Hebe served with nectar

The bright Olympians and their Lord,

  Her over-kind protector,—

Since Father Noah squeezed the grape

  And took to such behaving

As...

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