'Hollaheh! it's gone, at worst; We've all our way of thinking; They never say a word for thirst, But always talk of drinking. Reichelsheim's gone! Gone with a race! Reichelsheim loyal, the schnaps-stilling place, Old Reichelsheim is swallowed.' Hol-li-roh! III. Wer wankt zu Fusse ganz allein Gen Heidelberg zum Hirschen? Das ist der Herr von Rodenstein, Vorbei ist's mit dem Pirschen. Who trots afoot alone to dine, Still to the Stag a rover? That is the Herr von Rodenstein, But all his drinking's over. 'Landlord, your smallest beer for me And one poor herring salted; I've drunk so much of your Malvasie, That all my taste has halted. 'What once the greatest thirst was called At length has vanished hollow; The last place in the Odenwald I find I cannot swallow. 'Now call me in a notary To write my will with prudence: Pfaffenbeerfurt to the University, And my thirst unto the students. 'It moves even me, though old and gray, To see the cups they're swinging, And if they drink like me, some day They'll all in it be singing: "Pfaffenbeerfurt is gone! Pfaffenbeerfurt is done! Pfaffenbeerfurt the dung-sparrow hole, as 'tis called, Pfaffenbeerfurt the gem of the Odenwald, Pfaffenbeerfurt is finished and swallowed. "Hollaheh! it's gone at worst; We've all our way of thinking; They never say a word for thirst, But always talk of drinking. Pfaffenbeerfurt is gone! Pfaffenbeerfurt is done! Pfaffenbeerfurt the dung-sparrow hole, as 'tis called, Pfaffenbeerfurt is finished and swallowed."' Hol-li-roh! THE WELCOME. Und als der Herr von Rodenstein Zum Frankenstein sich wandte, Empfing er seinen Ehrenwein So wie es Brauch im Lande. And as the Herr von Rodenstein To Frankenstein was going, They served the 'wine of honour' fine, To him great honour showing. In Beerbach by the Town Hall brought The Zentgrave with the people, The owl-jug. The old lord laughed out-- 'Bring up your sour tipple! Ye fellows, let your voices sound! The welcome goes around, around; Hallo! the peasants owl-cup Goes round, goes round!'