Stosst an! Fatherland live thou! Hurrah, hoch! To our fathers' sacred customs be true, Yet think on our successors too. Free is the Bursch! Stosst an! Country's prince lives he! Hurrah, hoch! He hath promised to guard our ancient right! Therefore for him will we live and fight. Free is the Bursch! Stosst an! Woman's love! live it! Hurrah, hoch! Who honours not woman and woman's mind, To friend and freedom is ill inclined. Free is the Bursch! Stosst an! Man's strength! live it! Hurrah, hoch! He who can neither drink, love, nor sing, How scorneth the Bursche so mean a thing! Free is the Bursch! Stosst an! Free speech! live it! Hurrah, hoch! He who knows the truth yet dare it not speak, Despised for ever remain the sneak. Free is the Bursch! Stosst an! Bravery, live it! Hurrah, hoch! He who counts the cost ere the battle hour, Will basely stoop to the hand of power. Free is the Bursch! Stosst an! Burschen-weal, live thou! Hurrah, hoch! Till the world is consumed on the judgment-day, Be true, ye Burschen, and sing for aye-- Free is the Bursch! * * * After the singing of every verse they _stossen an_, or meet glasses, and whatever quantity of wine the _Pawk-Bursch_ drinks, be it a half or a whole choppin, or even two choppin, the unhappy Brand-Fox must drink as much. Wo to him that falls into the hands of a thorough toper, who is inclined to run him hard. After the conclusion of these ceremonies the _Commers_ is commonly held, so that many a young Bursche on returning home is pretty much in the condition of the Austrian who had been at a Bacchanal-party, and was seen, on its breaking up, by one of his companions standing in the middle of the square in which his house lay, with his house-door key in his hand, which he was swinging from one side to another in an extraordinary manner. "What are you doing there?" asked his friend. "Ah," said the man, "the houses are all running round the square, like mad, and I'm waiting till the right one comes. It has been here several times already, but somehow, it has always escaped me." CHAPTER VII. THE DUEL. Shall I for fame and freedom stand, For Burschen-weal the sword lift free? Quick blinks the steel in my right hand, A friend will stand and second me. _Crambambuli._