Je vous fais mon compliment, Your tendresse becomes you well; Et ne pleurez pas, mon brave, Pour la petite demoiselle. I have had a thousand since; One can always find such game; Et pour dire la verite, I have quite forgot her name." Der Breitmann lok so earnest, Long and earnest at his foe, Ash if seein troo his augen To de forty years ago. Mit vot a shmile der Breitmann Toorned roundt und rode away: Dat was all his parting greetin To der Colonel Francais. IV. BREITMANN TAKES THE TOWN OF NANCY. O HEAR a wondrous shdory Vot soundet like romance, How Breitmann mit four Uhlans Vas dake de town of Nantz. De Frantschmen call it Nancy,[49] Und dey say its fery hard Dat Nancy mit her soldiers Vas getook py gorpral's guard. Dey dink id vas King Wilhelm Ash Hans ride in de down, Und like Odin in his glorie Gazed derriply aroun'. Denn mit awfool condesenchen He at de Frantschmen shtare, Und say, "Ye wretsched shildren? Abbortez mir vodre mere!" Hans mean de city Syndic, Whom maire de Frantschmen call; So mit a tousand soldiers Dey 'scort him to de Hall; In de shair of shtade dey sot him, Der maire coom to pe heard, Und Hans glare at him fife minutes Pefore he shbeak a word. Den in iron dones he ootered: "Ich temand que rentez fous: Shai dreisig mille soldaten Bas loin l'ici, barploo! Aber tonnez-moi Champagner; Shai an soif exdrortinaire- Apout one douzaine cart-loads; Und dann je fous laisse faire."[50] Denn he say to Schwackenhammer, His segretaire - "Read A liddle exdra liste Of dings de army need, Und dell dem in Franzosisch Dey moost shell de neetfool down In less dan dwendy minudes, Or, py Gott, I'll purn de town." "Item - one tousand vatches Of purest gold so fair; Dazu funf tousand silbern, For de gommon soldiers' wear; Und tree dousand diamant ringe Dey moost make tirectly come, We need dem for our schweethearts Ven we write to em at home! "Von million cigarren Ve'll accept ash extra boons For not squeezin dem seferely, Dazu dwelf tousand shboons." Here der maire fell down in schwoonin, Denn all dat he could say Vas ,"O mon dieu, de dieu, dieu! Nous voila ruinees!"[51] No wort der Breitmann ootered, He only make a sgratch, Calm and silend on de daple, Mit a liddle friction match. De maire versteh de motion, So went him to de task Of raisin mong de peoples Vot it vas der Breitmann ask. So kam he mit de ringe, Dey vind dem pooty soon; So kam he mit de vatches, Und avery silber spoon. Boot ash for de champagner, He wept and loudly call Dat par dieu! he hadn't any, For de Deutsch hafe troonk it all. Ja! - de gorporal's guart have trinket Efery pottle in de down, Vhile dese negotiations Oop-stairs vere written down. Boot der Breitmann sooplimely, Like von who nodings felt, Said, "Instet of le champagner Nous brentirons du gelt."[52]