RollickingHans

Rollicking[222]Hans

HALLO there!A glass!

Ha!the draught’s truly sweet!

If for drink go my shoes,

I shall still have my feet.

A maiden and wine,

With sweet music and song,—

I would they were mine,

All life’s journey along!

If I depart from this sad sphere,

And leave a will behind me here,

A suit at law will be preferr’d,

But as for thanks，—the deuce[223]a word！

So ere I die,I squander all,

And that a proper will I call.

HIS COMRADE.

Hallo there!A glass!

Ha!the draught’s truly sweet

If thou keepest thy shoes,

Thou wilt then spare thy feet.

A maiden and wine,

With sweet music and song,

On pavement,are thine,

All life’s journey along!