"Come, wots yer shout for liquor? It's dooced well!" cried he, "I'm buckled to a blackimoor, I met beyond the sea, "You've taken a load from off of me! my mind is now at par, She wouldn't have left a ribbon on the Girl of Castlebar!" [Illustration] [Illustration: THE GERMAN BAND] VE are ze vhandering Shermans, Ve cooms vrom o'er ze sea, Ve plays ze lovely music, Of all ze great countree, Ve all of us have romance, Of life, so bigs to say, I'll sing a verse for each man, Ze vile ze band vill play. Vings zerring zanzeraza, Ve cooms from o'er ze sea, Ve plays ze lovely music, Of all ze great countree. Zare's Herr Von Zingerpofel, No prouder man vos he, Zan ven he loved ze Fraulien Afar in Shermanie. But ven he found ze noders Golds ring upon her hand, He played on ze thriangles, Und left ze Sherman land! Zare's Blunder Bogle Fogen, Vot bangs on ze big dhrum, Thought all ze poor, und rich man, Should own ze even sum; Ze government vos differed, But on ze prison valks, He doubled up ze gaoler, Und zen, he valked ze chalks! Zare's Dreker Mandertoofel, Ze opheclide he plays, He'll never more see nodings, Of all his happiest days; He only blows ze music, Because it brings ze cheer, Of great big pipes of shmokin', Und shugs of Lager Beer! Zare's him vot puffs ze oboe, In oder days vos he, Of Heidelberg, a student Ze pride of Shermanie, But he did love der Lager, Zoo mooch of Docter-Vien, He killed ze man in duel! Und he vos no more seen. Zare's Mungen Val Tarara, A Sherman born in Cork, Und he vos von too many, Because he vould not vork, He left his home von mornings, Mit all his back hair curled, He jangs upon ze cymbals, To bring him round ze vorld. Now you vill be imagine, Zat I must oondherstand, Zat I vill tell ze story Of leader of ze band, But if I must, I'll speaks it, All in ze simple rune, So I vill stop ze music, Ze tale is out of tune! 'Twas I vos vonce a Uhlan, who rode mit all ze band, Zat von Alsace, und Lorraine, from Vrance vor Vaterland, Ven in ze pits at Gravelotte, I lay von night to die, I voke! for I vos faintings to hear ze voman sigh! Und shust vere I vas vounded, I saw ze voman's zere, Vos bound mine arm from bleeding, mit her own golden hair! She nursed me through ze danger, und ven zere's peace again, I svore zat I vould ved her, ze Fraulein of Lorraine. I kissed my love von mornings, her vite face on my heart, Mit sobs her eyes vos veeping, ze time vos come to part. Ze Var vas not yet ended, I heard ze thrompet blow, Zat I must rise, und answer, und leave ze sveetheart so!