Denn next Beethoven's Sinfonie, die orkester tid blay; Adagio - allegro - andante cantabile. Ve sat in shtill commotion so dat a bin mighdt drops, Und de deers roon town der Breitmann's sheeks, mitwhiles he was trinkin' schnapps. Next dings ve had de Weinnachtstraum ge-sung by de Liederkranz, Denn I trinked dwelf schoppens of glee-wine to sed me oop for a tantz; Dis dimes I tanz wie der Teufel - we shriek de volk on de vloor; Und boost right indo de sooper room - vor ve tanzt a hole droo de door! Denn 'twas rowdy tow und hop-sassa, ve hollered, Mann und Weib; "Rip Sam und sed her oop acain! - ve're all of de Shackdaw tribe!" Vhen Pelz Nickel plow his tromp vonce more, und peg oos to shtop our din, Und droo de oben door dere coomed nine den-pins marchin' in. Nine vellers tressed like den-pins - dey goed to de end' der hall. Und dwo Hans Wurst, shack-puddin' glowns - dey rolled at em mit a ball. De balls vas paintet peaudiful; dey was vifdeen feet aroundt; Und de rule ov de came: "whoefer cot hidt, moost doomple on de croundt." Sometimes dey hit de den-pins - sometimes de oder volk- Und pooty soon de gompany vas all laid out in shoke; Boot I dells you vot, it maked oos laugh dill we by-nearly shplits, Vhen der Breitmann he roll ofer, und drip oop de Mina Schmitz. Dis lets itself in Sharman pe foost-rade word-blayed on, Und 'mongst oos be-gifted vellers you pet dat id vas tone! How der Breitmann mighdt drafel ash bride-man on de roadt dat ish breit und krumm:[28] Here de drumpets soundt, and pair-wise ve goed for de sooper-room. Ve goed for ge-roasted Welsh-hens, ve goed for ge-spickter hare, Ve goed for kartoffel salade mit butter brod,-kaviar: Ve roosh at de lordtly sauer-kraut und de wurst which lofely shine, Und oh, mein Gott im Kimmel! how we goed for de Mosel-wein! Und troonker more, und troonker yet, und troonker shtill cot ve, In rosy lighdt shtill drivin on agross a fairy sea; Denn madder, vilder, frantic-er, I proked a salat dish! Und shoost like roarin' elefants ve tantzed aroundt de tish. I'fe shvimmed in heafenly droonks pefore - boot nefer von like dis; De morgen-het-ache only seemt a bortion of de pliss. De vhile in trilling peauty roundt like heafenly vind-harps rang A goosh of goldnen melodie - de Rheinweinbechers' Klang. De meltin' minnesingers' song - a droonk of honey'd rhyme- De b'wildrin-dipsy Bardic shants of Teutoburgic dime; Back to de runic dim Valhall und Balder's foamin' mead:- Here ents in heller glorie schein des Breitmann's Weihnachtslied! BREITMANN ABOUT TOWN DER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down, Pefore de Fall vas past, Und by der Breitmann drawed he in Ash dreimals honored gast. "Led's see de sighdts! In self und worldt,- Dere's 'sighdts' for him, to see, Who Selbstanschauungsvermogen hat," Said Breitemann, said he.