For vhile de lamp holts oud to purn, Or von goot shpark ish dere, Dere's hope for all of dem whose lives Ish doun in Lempriere. Von real, shenuine heathen Is coom at last to home; Ye shleepin gotts, lift oop your hets- Hans Breitmann lifes in Rome! Silenus mit der Hercules, Dere-to der Maia's sohn, Ish all unite in Breitmann To make a stunnin one. Frau Venus mit de Bacchanals Ist shmile to see him come; De Vesta only toorn her pack Vhen Breitmann kit to Rome. He vented to de Vacuum, Vhere de Bope ish keep his bulls; Boot couldn't vind dem, dough he heardt Dat all de blace vas fools. Dere ish here and dere some ochsen, Right manivest I see; Boot de bools all comes from Irish priests, Said Breitemann, said he. Und goin' py de Vacuum, Und passin' troo de yard; Mein Gott! how vas he stoomple, vhen He see der Schweitzer guard, Mit efery kinds of colors tresst, Like shtreamers in de van. "Hans Wurst ist stets ein Deutscher g'west," Das marked der Breitemann. Und dus replied an guartsmann:- "I shoys to see you here: Ich bin dem Bapst sei Laibgaertner. Dazu a halberthier. Dis purpur kleid of yellow-plue Vas made, ash I hafe heard, Py von Hans Michel Angelo, Der tailor of our guard. "Ve're shoost von hoondert dirty strong, Ve list for twenty year; De serfice ist not pad, boot dis- Verdamm das Romisch bier! For ven mit birra gazzosa A maiden fills my glass, She might ash vell gife gift ash say- 'Feinslieb, ich schenk dir dass!'" Und dus rebly der Breitmann:- "Un Tedesco Italianazato, Ein Deutscher toorned Italian, ish Il diavolo in carnato. Your clothes are like infernal flames, Dey burn my fery soul; Boot to-night we'll trink togedder - nun Lieb'landsmann lebe wohl!" At de Sherman artisds' festa, Vhere all vas pright und fair, 'Tvas fairer und more prighterfull Vhen Breitmann enter dere. Und der vaiters in de Greco (So long he trinked und sot) Vas called him L'Ubbriacone- 'Tvas de name der Breitmann got. He saw a veller in de shtreet, Vot sell some friction-matches; De kind dey call Infallible, For dey blazes ven you scratches. Dey dragged him off to brison, Und tied him mit a rope; For in Rome dere's nix Infallible, Dey said, excebt de Bope. Hans see de crate Prometheus, In Corsini's gallery hang; He tought apout de matches, Und it made his heart go bang. It's risk to carry light apout, Too cheap for efery man; How de Lucifers is fallen![67] Ita dixit Breitmann. He got among de Bope's Zouaves, Dey trinked from morn to night; Den frolicked colle belle Ontil de shky crew pright. It blease der Breitmann vonderfool, And dus he often say: "Zouaviter in modo ish Der real Roman way."