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The German is a stolid soul, / And finds best suited to his taste / A pipe with an enormous bowl, / A fraulein with an ample waist; / He loves his beer, his Kaiser, and / (Donner und blitz! ) his Fatherland!
He's perfectly contented if / He listens in the Op'ra-house / To Wagner's well-concealed 'motif,' / Or waltzes of the nimble Strauss; / And all discordant bands he sends / Abroad, to soothe his foreign friends.
When he is glad at anything / He cheers like a dyspeptic goat, / 'Hoch! hoch! ' You'd think him suffering / From some affection of the throat. / A disagreeable noise, 'tis true, / But pleases him and don't hurt you!
_MORAL_
A glass of lager underneath the bough, / A long 'churchwarden' and an ample 'frau' / Beside me sitting in a Biergarten, / Ach! Biergarten were paradise enow!