O VERE mine lofe a sugar-powl, De fery shmallest loomp Vouldt shveet de seas, from pole to pole, Und make de shildren shoomp. Und if she vere a clofer-field, I'd bet my only pence, It vouldn't pe no dime at all Pefore I'd shoomp de fence. Her heafenly foice, it drill me so, It oft-dimes seems to hoort, She ish de holiest anamile Dat roons oopon de dirt. De renpow rises vhen she sings, De sonnshine vhen she dalk; De angels crow und flop deir vings Vhen she goes out to valk. So livin white, so carnadine, Mine lofe's gomblexion show; It's shoost like Abendcarmosine, Rich gleamin on de shnow. Her soul makes plushes in her sheek Ash sommer reds de wein, Or sonnlight sends a fire life troo An blank Karfunkelstein. De uberschwengliche idees Dis lofe poot in my mind, Vouldt make a foost-rate philosoph Of any human kind. 'Tis schudderin schveet on eart to meet An himmlisch-hoellisch Qual; Und treat mitwhiles to Kummel Schnapps De schoenheitsideal. Dein Fuss seind weiss wie Kreiden, Dein Ermlein Helfenbein, Dein ganzer Leib ist Seiden Dein Brust wie Marmelstein- Ja-vot de older boet sang, I sing of dee-dou Fine! Dou'rt soul und pody, heart und life Glatt, zart, gelind, und rein.[7] DER FREISCHUTZ AIR - "Der Pabst lebt," &c. WIE gehts, my frendts-if you'll allow- I sings you rite afay shoost now Some dretful shdories vitch dey calls Der Freyschutz, or de Magic Balls. Wohl in Bohemian land it cooms, Vhere folk trink prandy mate of plooms;[8] Dere lifed ein Yaeger-Maxerl Schmit- Who shot mit goons und nefer hit. Now dere vas von oldt Yaeger, who Says, "Maxerl, dis vill nefer do; If you shouldt miss on drial-tay, Dere'll pe der tyfel denn to bay. "If you do miss, you shtupid coose, Dere'll pe de donnerwetter loose; For you shant hafe mine taughter's hand, Nor pe der Hertzhog's yaegersmann." Id coomed pefore de tay vas set, Dat all de shaps togeder met; Und Max he fired his goon und missed, Und all de gals cot roundt und hissed. Dey laughed pefore und hissed pehind; Boot von shap-Kaspar-saidt, "Ton't mind; I dells you vot-you stoons 'em alls If yoost you shoodt mit magic balls." "De magic balls! oh, vot is dat?" "I cot soom in my hoontin' hat; Dey're plack as kohl, und shoodt so drue: Oh, dem's de kindt of balls for you. "You see dat eagle vlyin' high, Ein hoondred miles oop in de sky; Shoot at dat eagle mit your bix, You kills hin tead ash doonderblix!" "I ton't pelieve de dings you say." "You fool," says Kasp, "denn plaze afay!" He plazed afay, vhen, sure as plood, Down coom de eagle in de mud. "O was ist das?" said Maxerl Schmit: "Vhy! dat's de eagle vot you hit. You kills him vhen you plaze afay; Boot dat's a ding you nix verstay. "Und you moost go to make dem balls To de Wolf's Glen vhen mitnight valls. Dow know'st de shpot-alone und late"- "Oh ja-I know shim ganz foost-rate!