The music is peculiar,--one flat, 3/4 time,--a very rare measure, and giving plenty of opportunity for a quaint camp-style of singing. The other song appeared during Frederic's Silesian War. It contains some choice reminiscences of his favorite rhetoric. Fridericus Rex, our master and king, His soldiers altogether to the field would bring, Battalions two hundred, and a thousand squadrons clear, And cartridges sixty to every grenadier. "Cursed fellows, ye!"--his Majesty began,-- "For me stand in battle, each man to man; Silesia and County Glatz to me they will not grant, Nor the hundred millions either which I want. "The Empress and the French have gone to be allied, And the Roman kingdom has revolted from my side, And the Russians are bringing into Prussia war;-- Up, let us show them that we Prussians are! "My General Schwerin, and Field-Marshal Von Keith, And Von Ziethen, Major-General, are ready for a fight; Turban-spitting Element! Cross and Lightning get Who has not found Fritz and his soldiers out yet! "Now adieu, Louisa![13]--Louisa, dry your eyes! There's not a soldier's life for every ball that flies; For if all the bullets singly hit their men, Where could our Majesties get soldiers then? "Now the hole a musket-bullet makes is small,-- 'T is a larger hole made by a cannon-ball; But the bullets all are of iron and of lead, And many a bullet goes for many overhead. "'T is a right heavy calibre to our artillery, And never goes a Prussian over to the enemy, For 't is cursed bad money that the Swedes have to pay; Is there any better coin of the Austrian?--who can say? "The French are paid off in pomade by their king, But each week in pennies we get our reckoning; Sacrament of Cross and Lightning! Turbans, spit away! Who draws so promptly as the Prussian his pay?" With a laurel-wreath adorned, Fridericus my King, If you had only oftener permitted plundering, Fredericus Rex, king and hero of the fight, We would drive the Devil for thee out of sight! [Footnote 13: His queen] Among the songs which the military ardor of this period stimulated, the best are those by Gleim, (1719-1803) called "Songs of a Prussian Grenadier." All the literary men, Lessing not excepted, were seized with the Prussian enthusiasm; the pen ravaged the domain of sentiment to collect trophies for Father Friedrich. The desolation it produced in the attempt to write the word Glory could be matched only by the sword. But Gleim was a man of spirit and considerable power. The shock of Frederic's military successes made him suddenly drop the pen with which he had been inditing Anacreontics, and weak, rhymeless Horatian moods. His grenadier-songs, though often meagre and inflated, and marked with the literary vices of the time, do still account for the great fame which they acquired, as they went marching with the finest army that Europe ever saw. Here is a specimen:-- VICTORY-SONG AFTER THE BATTLE NEAR PRAGUE.