Courage in danger and distress Is aye the conquering plan: Aye though all hell upon him press, He'll show himself a man! Hears he of Hermann's spirit proud, Of his high deeds the fame, His German blood warns him aloud-- "Be worthy of the name!" He drinks the German vine-juice bright, And German feels and great; In his right arm dwells giant might, And freedom's his estate. Then live hoch! every German man Who thinks and speaks as he; But they who falsehood basely plan, Extinguished may they be! Weighs care upon his heart's repose, He takes his pipe so dear, And as the Knaster fumes and glows, All troubles disappear. He is a Bursch,---lives _sans façon_ Him all their friend may deem; His heart is good, although we own At times it different seem. Fair maids he wishes free from wrongs, With joy to their life's goal; And lauds them still in all his songs, With all his heart and soul. See! though all glasses empty stand, Full jugs to us appeal; So send the wine from hand to hand, And drink the Bursch's weal. Already from the jug's full flood To glass the wine doth flow, And to our worthy Brotherhood, We'll sound this hearty hoch! Baden I call my Fatherland, As life I prize its weal; Therefore I wear the Baden Band, And guard with hand and steel. _Fourthly_.--Others are drinking songs; as "Crambambuli, that is the title;" or "When carousing I shall die;" "The year is good, the brown beer thrives;" "Bring me blood of noble vines;" "The dearest sweetheart that I have;" "I have throughout the forenoon long;" "I and my dear bottle;" "Now sing in dulci jubilo;" or that maiden song, in which the maiden is drunk for, while he who empties most measures is declared the conqueror, and entitled to marry the maiden; while the rest cry and chorus. He's done it stout, he's done it stout, So will he not be laughed right out. And the maiden, who all the while is perfectly unconscious of these proceedings, and has given no consent to them, is declared to be won, and is pronounced to be the beloved of the victor. Ah, poor maiden! so wouldst thou, not out of love, but truly contrary to thy will, be thrown into the arms of a drunkard! This maiden song is now, to the honour of the studentship, quite out of use; yet Zackariä describes such a scene as common in the days of his Renommist.