Thus it happens that songs of simple contents and of simple airs, spread themselves rapidly amongst the people, and by no other means in Germany can you so speedily operate on the popular mind as through the medium of such songs. In almost every different place you hear different songs. As an example of these songs, which are current amongst the people, we may here give a very favourite one, which is sung in a sort of half recitative. PRINCE EUGENE.[31] Prince Eugene, that noble captain, For the Emp'ror fain would back win, Town and fortress of Belgrade, And that they at once might do it, And the army all rush to it, Caused he that a bridge be made, When this work so far had ran on, That with baggage and with cannon They could pass the Danube flood, By Semlin struck they their tents all, And to chase the Turks they went all, To chase them far with jibes and blood. It fell on the twenty-first of August, There came a spy through rain and storm-gust, Swore to the Prince, and showed him then, That the Turks did near him hover, As far as man could them discover, With three hundred thousand men. When Prince Eugene thou comprehended, He bade that he should be attended By his generals and field-marshals; He caused them to be instructed How the troops should be conducted, And upon the foe should fall. Through the parole the word was given, That when they count one and eleven At the midnight by the clock, Every man to horse should go then, For to skirmish with the foemen, All who strength had for the shock. All to horse at once then leaping, And their swords before them keeping, Swift and silent they advance; The troopers and hussars also then, Struck right stoutly, blow for blow then, 'Twas, in truth, a lovely dance. Gunners to the walls advancing, Play ye music to this dancing, With your cannons great and small; With the great ones, with the lesser, On the Turks! and on the Heathens! Till they scamper one and all! Prince Eugenius on the right wing, Like a lion there was fighting, As general and field-marshal. Prince Ludwig rode to and fro then, "On, be brave, ye German brethren, Strike the foe with dauntless hands!"