Corporal Schnapps |
Henry Clay Work
Mine heart ish proken into little pits, I tells you, friend, what for; Mine schweetheart, von coot patriotic kirl, She trives me off mit der war. I fights for her, der pattles of the flag. I schtrikes to prove as I can; Put now long time she nix remempers me, And coes mit another man. Chorus: Ah! mein fraulein! You ish so ferry unkind; You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live, |: And leaves poor Schnapps behind. :|
I march all tay, no matter if der schtorm | 3. They kives me hart-pred, tougher as a rock It almost preaks mine zhaw; I schplits him sometimes mit an iron wedge And cuts him up mit a saw. Dey kives me peef, so ferry ferry salt Like Sodom's vife, you know; I surely tinks dey put him in der prine Von hundred years aco.
4. Py'n py we takes von city in der South
5. "Hart times!" you say, "What for you folunteer?" |