And as the foe came galloping fast, We hid in the grass till they were past. The Krähwinkle Landsturm hath courage high, The baggage it always standeth by. Our Captain is a most valiant wight, 'Tis only a pity he can not fight. They gave us a banner moreover to show, Which way the wind did chance to blow. Run, run, brave comrades, run left and right-- A French sentry-box stands there in sight! This song was written originally in ridicule of the Austrian Landwehr. It has almost endless strophes, of which a few only are here given. It is very frequently used as a Round-song or roundelay, in which each person must sing a fresh verse, and when the known verses are at an end, some one extemporizes, so that every day it becomes richer in strophes. The sixth strophe is then usually sung as the conclusion. Hoffmann.--I fill the glasses, and then let us sound a still greater Lumpitus. Hoffman-- My brethren, when no more I'm drinking, But faint with gout and palsy lie, Exhausted on the death-bed sinking, Believe it then, my end is nigh. [Repeated as a Chorus. Freisleben-- A lordly life the Pope doth hold, He lives on absolution gold; The best of wines still drinketh he-- The Pope, the Pope I fain would be. Von Kronen-- Brothers! in this place of festive meeting, God in goodness hath us thus combined; Let us every trouble now defeating, Drink here with the friend of honest mind. There, where nectar glows--Valleralla! Sweetest pleasure blows--Valleralla! E'en as flowers when the spring hath shined. Pittschaft-- So crown with leaves the love-o'erbrimming beakers, And drain them o'er and o'er; And drain them o'er and o'er; In Europe far and wide, ye pleasure seekers,-- Is such a wine no more! Is such a wine no more! Is such a wine no more! Is such a wine no more! Enderlin-- Ca, ça, carouse it! Let us not fiery-heads become;-- Who won't here now sit, Let him stay at home! Edite bibite, collegiales Post multa secula, pocula nulla! Mr. Traveller sings "The Old English Gentleman." Eckhard-- God greet thee, Brother Straubinger, I'm glad to meet thee, tho-ough; Perhaps it is unknown to thee, That from Heidelberg I go-o. The master and the misteress, Of them I cant complai-en; But with these gents, the studi-ents, No mortal can conta-ien