Hildebrand and his son Hadubrand, Hadubrand, Rode off together with sword in hand, Sword in hand, All to make war upon Venice. Hildebrand and his son Hadubrand, Hadubrand, Neither could find the Venetian land, 'Netian land, Dire were their curses and menace. Hildebrand and his son Hadubrand, Hadubrand, Got drunk as lords in a jolly band, --jolly band-- All the while swearing and bawling; Hildebrand and his son Hadubrand, Hadubrand, Drunk till they neither could walk or stand, Walk or stand, Home on all fours they went crawling. SONG OF THE TRAVELLING STUDENTS. O liberales clerics Nû merchet rehte wi dem si Date: vobis dabitur Ir sült lan offen iwer tür Vagis et egentibus So gewinnet ihr das himelhûs, Et in perenni gaudio Alsus alsô, alsus alsô! Pfarrherr, du kühler, öffne dein' Thor, Fahrende Schüler stehen davor. Fahrende Schüler, unstete Kind, Singer und Spieler, wirbliger Wind. Parson Sir Prudence, open your gate! Travelling students your welcome await! Travelling scholar, whimsical child! Singer and stroller, the wind-whirling wild. Iron throats for drinking--bellies like fires, Gold souls unshrinking--which no one desires, Thin garments sporting--weather so raw, Ah--and our courting--on hay and in straw! Parson, Sir Prudence, open your gate! Travelling students your welcome await! Suabia, Franconia have given us food, Sans ceremonié--an all eating brood; Fed us, rapacious, God keep them from harm! Like the voracious and wild locust swarm, What we've o'erpowered--once fertile and fair, All is devoured--shorn barren and bare. Parson Sir Prudence, open your gate! Travelling students your welcome await! Makest not thy oven free, miserly owl, We'll haul thee to Coventry straight by the cowl. Pull off your breeches, the shoes from your feet, Hang them like fitches out here in the street; He who would own it and do us a hurt, He must atone it in stockings and shirt. Parson Sir Prudence, open your tower! Travelling students your bars will o'erpower! Ho, ho, heiadihoh! Avoy, avoy, alez avanz! Alsus also, alsus alsus also! Ho ho heiadihoh, hoh, ho, ho! THE CLOISTER CELLAR MASTER'S SUMMER MORNING SONG.