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Familiar Songs

What we sing in company

Soon from heart to heart will fly.

ON THE NEW YEAR.

- FATE now allow us,
- ’Twixt the departing
- And the upstarting,
- Happy to be;
- And at the call of
- Memory cherish’d,
- Future and perish’d
- Moments we see.
- Seasons of anguish,—
- Ah, they must ever
- Truth from woe sever,
- Love and joy part;
- Days still more worthy
- Soon will unite us,
- Fairer songs light us,
- Strength’ning the heart.
- We, thus united,
- Think of, with gladness,
- Rapture and sadness,
- Sorrow now flies.
- Oh, how mysterious
- Fortune’s direction!
- Old the connection,
- New-born the prize!
- Thank, for this, Fortune,
- Wavering blindly!
- Thank all that kindly
- Fate may bestow!
- Revel in change’s
- Impulses clearer,
- Love far sincerer,
- More heartfelt glow!
- Over the old one,
- Wrinkles collected,
- Sad and dejected,
- Others may view;
- But, on us gently
- Shineth a true one,
- And to the new one
- We, too, are new.
- As a fond couple
- ’Midst the dance veering,
- First disappearing,
- Then reappear,
- So let affection
- Guide thro’ life’s mazy
- Pathways so hazy
- Into the year!

ANNIVERSARY SONG.

- WHY pacest thou, my neighbor fair,
- The garden all alone?
- If house and land thou seek’st to guard,
- I’d thee as mistress own.
- My brother sought the cellar-maid,
- And suffer’d her no rest;
- She gave him a refreshing draught,
- A kiss, too, she impress’d.
- My cousin is a prudent wight,
- The cook’s by him ador’d;
- He turns the spit round ceaselessly,
- To gain love’s sweet reward.
- We six-together then began
- A banquet to consume,
- When lo! a fourth pair singing came,
- And danc’d into the room.
- Welcome were they,—and welcome too
- Was a fifth jovial pair,
- Brimful of news, and stor’d with tales
- And jests both new and rare.
- For riddles, spirit, raillery,
- And wit, a place remain’d;
- A sixth pair then our circle join’d,
- And so that prize was gain’d.
- And yet to make us truly bless’d,
- One miss’d we, and full sore;
- A true and tender couple came,—
- We needed then no more.
- The social banquet now goes on,
- Unchequer’d by alloy;
- The sacred double-numbers then
- Let all at once enjoy!

THE SPRING ORACLE.

- OH, prophetic bird so bright,
- Blossom-songster, cuckoo hight!
- In the fairest time of year,
- Dearest bird, oh! deign to hear
- What a youthful pair would pray;
- Do thou call, if hope they may:
- Thy cuck-oo, thy cuck-oo,
- Ever more cuck-oo, cuck-oo!
- Hearest thou? A loving pair
- Fain would to the altar fare;
- Yes! a pair in happy youth,
- Full of virtue, full of truth.
- Is the hour not fix’d by fate?
- Say, how long must they still wait?
- Hark! cuck-oo! hark! cuck-oo!
- Silent yet! for shame, cuck-oo!
- ’Tis not our fault, certainly!
- Only two years patient be!
- But if we ourselves please here,
- Will pa-pa-papas appear?
- Know that thou’lt more kindness do us,
- More thou’lt prophesy unto us.
- One! cuck-oo! Two! cuck-oo!
- Ever, ever, cuck-oo, cuck-oo, coo!
- If we’ve calculated clearly,
- We have half a dozen nearly.
- If good promises we’ll give,
- Wilt thou say how long we’ll live?
- Truly, we’ll confess to thee,
- We’d prolong it willingly.
- Coo cuck-oo, coo cuck-oo,
- Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!
- Life is one continued feast—
- (If we keep no score, at least.)
- If now we together dwell,
- Will true love remain as well?
- For if that should e’er decay,
- Happiness would pass away.
- Coo cuck-oo, coo cuck-oo,
- Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo!
- (Gracefully ad infinitum.)

THE HAPPY COUPLE.

- AFTER these vernal rains
- That we so warmly sought,
- Dear wife, see how our plains
- With blessings sweet are fraught!
- We cast our distant gaze
- Far in the misty blue;
- Here gentle love still strays,
- Here dwells still rapture true.
- Thou seest whither go
- Yon pair of pigeons white,
- Where swelling violets blow
- Round sunny foliage bright.
- ’Twas there we gather’d first
- A nosegay as we rov’d;
- There into flame first burst
- The passion that we prov’d.
- Yet when, with plighted troth,
- The priest beheld us fare
- Home from the altar both,
- With many a youthful pair,—
- Then other moons had birth,
- And many a beauteous sun,
- Then we had gain’d the earth
- Whereon life’s race to run.
- A hundred thousand fold
- The mighty bond was seal’d;
- In woods, on mountains cold,
- In bushes, in the field,
- Within the wall, in caves,
- And on the craggy height,
- And love, e’en o’er the waves,
- Bore in his tube the light.
- Contented we remain’d,
- We deem’d ourselves a pair;
- ’Twas otherwise ordain’d,
- For, lo! a third was there;
- A fourth, fifth, sixth appear’d,
- And sat around our board;
- And now the plants we’ve rear’d
- High o’er our heads have soar’d!
- How fair and pleasant looks,
- On yonder beauteous spot,
- Embrac’d by poplar-brooks,
- The newly-finish’d cot!
- Who is it there that sits
- In that glad home above?
- Is’t not our darling Fritz
- With his own darling love?
- Beside yon precipice,
- Whence pent-up waters steal,
- And, leaving the abyss,
- Fall foaming through the wheel,—
- Though people often tell
- Of millers’ wives so fair,
- Yet none can e’er excel
- Our dearest daughter there!
- Yet where the thick-set green
- Stands round yon church and sod,
- Where the old fir tree’s seen
- Alone tow’rd heaven to nod,—
- ’Tis there the ashes lie
- Of our untimely dead;
- From earth our gaze on high
- By their bless’d memory’s led.
- See how yon hill is bright
- With billowy-waving arms!
- The force returns, whose might
- Has vanquish’d war’s alarms.
- Who proudly hastens here
- With wreath-encircl’d brow?
- ’Tis like our child so dear!—
- Thus Charles comes homeward now.
- That dearest honor’d guest
- Is welcom’d by the bride;
- She makes the true one bless’d,
- At the glad festal tide.
- And ev’ry one makes haste
- To join the dance with glee;
- While thou with wreaths hast grac’d
- The youngest children three.
- To sound of flute and horn
- The time appears renew’d,
- When we, in love’s young morn,
- In the glad dance upstood;
- And perfect bliss I know
- Ere the year’s course is run,
- For to the font we go
- With grandson and with son!

SONG OF FELLOWSHIP.

- IN ev’ry hour of joy
- That love and wine prolong,
- The moments we’ll employ
- To carol forth this song!
- We’re gather’d in His name,
- Whose power hath brought us here;
- He kindled first our flame,
- He bids it burn more clear.
- Then gladly glow to-night,
- And let our hearts combine!
- Up! quaff with fresh delight
- This glass of sparkling wine!
- Up! hail the joyous hour,
- And let your kiss be true;
- With each new bond of power
- The old becomes the new!
- Who in our circle lives,
- And is not happy there?
- True liberty it gives,
- And brother’s love so fair.
- Thus heart and heart through life
- With mutual love are fill’d;
- And by no causeless strife
- Our union e’er is chill’d.
- Our hopes a God has crown’d
- With life-discernment free,
- And all we view around,
- Renews our ecstasy.
- Ne’er by caprice oppress’d,
- Our bliss is ne’er destroy’d;
- More freely throbs our breast,
- By fancies ne’er alloy’d.
- Where’er our foot we set,
- The more life’s path extends,
- And brighter, brighter yet
- Our gaze on high ascends.
- We know no grief or pain,
- Though all things fall and rise;
- Long may we thus remain!
- Eternal be our ties!

CONSTANCY IN CHANGE.

- COULD this early bliss but rest
- Constant for one single hour!
- But e’en now the humid West
- Scatters many a vernal shower.
- Should the verdure give me joy?
- ’Tis to it I owe the shade;
- Soon will storms its bloom destroy,
- Soon will Autumn bid it fade.
- Eagerly thy portion seize,
- If thou would’st possess the fruit!
- Fast begin to ripen these,
- And the rest already shoot.
- With each heavy storm of rain
- Change comes o’er thy valley fair;
- Once, alas! but not again
- Can the same stream hold thee e’er.
- And thyself, what erst at least
- Firm as rocks appear’d to rise,
- Walls and palaces thou seest
- But with ever-changing eyes.
- Fled forever now the lip
- That with kisses used to glow,
- And the foot, that used to skip
- O’er the mountain, like the roe.
- And the hand, so true and warm,
- Ever rais’d in charity,
- And the cunning-fashion’d form,—
- All are now chang’d utterly.
- And what used to bear thy name,
- When upon yon spot it stood,
- Like a rolling billow came,
- Hast’ning on to join the flood.
- Be then the beginning found
- With the end in unison,
- Swifter than the forms around
- Are themselves now fleeting on!
- Thank the merit in thy breast,
- Thank the mould within thy heart,
- That the Muses’ favor bless’d
- Ne’er will perish, ne’er depart.

TABLE SONG.

- O’ER me,—how I cannot say,—
- Heav’nly rapture’s growing.
- Will it help to guide my way
- To yon stars all-glowing?
- Yet that here I’d sooner be,
- To assert I’m able,
- Where, with wine and harmony,
- I may thump the table.
- Wonder not, my dearest friends,
- What ’tis gives me pleasure;
- For of all that earth e’er lends,
- ’Tis the sweetest treasure.
- Therefore solemnly I swear,
- With no reservation,
- That maliciously I’ll ne’er
- Leave my present station.
- Now that here we’re gather’d round,
- Chasing cares and slumbers,
- Let, methought, the goblet sound
- To the bard’s glad numbers!
- Many a hundred mile away,
- Go those we love dearly;
- Therefore let us here to-day
- Make the glass ring clearly!
- Here’s His health, through Whom we live!
- I that faith inherit.
- To our king the next toast give,
- Honor is his merit,
- ’Gainst each in- and outward foe
- He’s our rock and tower.
- Of his maintenance thinks he though,
- More that grows his power.
- Next to her good health I drink,
- Who has stirr’d my passion;
- Of his mistress let each think,
- Think in knightly fashion.
- If the beauteous maid but see
- Whom ’tis I now call so,
- Let her smiling nod to me:
- “Here’s my love’s health also!”
- To those friends,—the two or three,—
- Be our next toast given,
- In whose presence revel we,
- In the silent even,—
- Who the gloomy mist so cold
- Scatter gently, lightly;
- To those friends, then, new or old,
- Let the toast ring brightly.
- Broader now the stream rolls on,
- With its waves more swelling,
- While in higher, nobler tone,
- Comrades, we are dwelling,—
- We who with collected might,
- Bravely cling together,
- Both in fortune’s sunshine bright,
- And in stormy weather.
- Just as we are gather’d thus,
- Others are collected;
- On them, therefore, as on us,
- Be Fate’s smile directed!
- From the springhead to the sea,
- Many a mill’s revolving,
- And the world’s prosperity
- Is the task I’m solving.

WONT AND DONE.

- I HAVE lov’d; for the first time with passion I rave!
- I then was the servant, but now am the slave;
- I then was the servant of all:
- By this creature so charming I now am fast bound,
- To love and love’s guerdon she turns all around,
- And her my sole mistress I call.
- I’ve had faith; for the first time my faith is now strong!
- And though matters go strangely, though matters go wrong,
- To the ranks of the faithful I’m true:
- Though ofttimes ’twas dark and though oftimes ’twas drear,
- In the pressure of need, and when danger was near,
- Yet the dawning of light I now view.
- I have eaten; but ne’er have thus relish’d my food!
- For when glad are the senses, and joyous the blood,
- At table all else is effac’d:
- As for youth, it but swallows, then whistles an air;
- As for me, to a jovial resort I’d repair,
- Where to eat, and enjoy what I taste.
- I have drunk; but have never thus relish’d the bowl!
- For wine makes us lords, and enlivens the soul,
- And loosens the trembling slave’s tongue.
- Let’s seek not to spare then the heart-stirring drink,
- For though in the barrel the old wine may sink,
- In its place will fast mellow the young.
- I have danc’d, and to dancing am pledg’d by a vow!
- Though no caper or waltz may be rav’d about now,
- In a dance that’s becoming, whirl round.
- And he who a nosegay of flowers has dress’d,
- And cares not for one any more than the rest,
- With a garland of mirth is aye crown’d.
- Then once more be merry, and banish all woes!
- For he who but gathers the blossoming rose,
- By its thorns will be tickl’d alone.
- To-day still, as yesterday, glimmers the star;
- Take care from all heads that hang down to keep far,
- And make but the future thine own.

GENERAL CONFESSION.

- IN this noble ring to-day
- Let my warning shame ye!
- Listen to my solemn voice,—
- Seldom does it name ye.
- Many a thing have ye intended,
- Many a thing have badly ended,
- And now I must blame ye.
- At some moment in our lives
- We must all repent us!
- So confess, with pious trust,
- All your sins momentous!
- Error’s crooked pathways shunning,
- Let us, on the straight road running,
- Honestly content us!
- Yes! we’ve oft, when waking, dream’d,
- Let’s confess it rightly;
- Left undrain’d the brimming cup,
- When it sparkl’d brightly;
- Many a shepherd’s-hour’s soft blisses,
- Many a dear mouth’s flying kisses
- We’ve neglected lightly.
- Mute and silent have we sat,
- Whilst the blockheads prated,
- And above e’en song divine
- Have their babblings rated;
- To account we’ve even call’d us
- For the moments that enthrall’d us,
- With enjoyment freighted.
- If thou’lt absolution grant
- To thy true ones ever,
- We, to execute thy will,
- Ceaseless will endeavor,
- From half-measures strive to wean us,
- Wholly, fairly, well demean us,
- Resting, flagging never.
- At all blockheads we’ll at once
- Let our laugh ring clearly,
- And the pearly-foaming wine
- Never sip at merely.
- Ne’er with eye alone give kisses,
- But with boldness suck in blisses
- From those lips lov’d dearly.

COPTIC SONG.

- LEAVE we the pedants to quarrel and strive,
- Rigid and cautious the teachers to be!
- All of the wisest men e’er seen alive
- Smile, nod, and join in the chorus with me:
- “Vain ’tis to wait till the dolt grows less silly!
- Play then the fool with the fool, willy-nilly,—
- Children of wisdom,—remember the word!”
- Merlin the old, from his glittering grave,
- When I, a stripling, once spoke to him,—gave
- Just the same answer as that I’ve preferr’d:
- “Vain ’tis to wait till the dolt grows less silly!
- Play then the fool with the fool, willy-nilly,—
- Children of wisdom,—remember the world!”
- And on the Indian breeze as it booms,
- And in the depths of Egyptian tombs,
- Only the same holy saying I’ve heard:
- “Vain ’tis to wait till the dolt grows less silly!
- Play then the fool with the fool, willy-nilly,—
- Children of wisdom,—remember the world!”

ANOTHER.

O! obedient to my call,
Turn to profit thy young days,
Wiser make betimes thy breast!
In Fate’s balance as it sways,
Seldom is the cock at rest;
Thou must either mount or fall,
Thou must either rule and win
Or submissively give in,
Triumph, or else yield to clamor:
Be the anvil or the hammer.

VANITAS! VANITATUM VANITAS!

- MY trust in nothing now is plac’d,
- Hurrah!
- So in the world true joy I taste,
- Hurrah!
- Then he who would be a comrade of mine
- Must rattle his glass, and in chorus combine,
- Over these dregs of wine.
- I plac’d my trust in gold and wealth,
- Hurrah!
- But then I lost all joy and health,
- Lack-a-day!
- Both here and there the money roll’d,
- And when I had it here, behold,
- From there had fled the gold!
- I plac’d my trust in women next,
- Hurrah!
- But there in truth was sorely vex’d,
- Lack-a-day!
- The False another portion sought,
- The True with tediousness were fraught,
- The Best could not be bought.
- My trust in travels then I plac’d,
- Hurrah!
- And left my native land in haste,
- Lack-a-day!
- But not a single thing seem’d good,
- The beds were bad, and strange the food,
- And I not understood.
- I plac’d my trust in rank and fame,
- Hurrah!
- Another put me straight to shame,
- Lack-a-day!
- And as I had been prominent,
- All scowl’d upon me as I went,
- I found not one content.
- I plac’d my trust in war and fight,
- Hurrah!
- We gain’d full many a triumph bright,
- Hurrah!
- Into the foeman’s land we cross’d,
- We put our friends to equal cost,
- And there a leg I lost.
- My trust is plac’d in nothing now,
- Hurrah!
- At my command the world must bow,
- Hurrah!
- And as we’ve ended feast and strain,
- The cup we’ll to the bottom drain;
- No dregs must there remain!

SWISS SONG.

- UP in the mountain
- I was a-sitting,
- With the bird there
- As my guest,
- Blithely singing,
- Blithely springing,
- And building
- His nest.
- In the garden
- I was a-standing,
- And the bee there
- Saw as well,
- Buzzing, humming,
- Going, coming,
- And building
- His cell.
- O’er the meadow
- I was a-going,
- And there saw the
- Butterflies,
- Sipping, dancing,
- Flying, glancing,
- And charming
- The eyes.
- And then came my
- Dear Hansel,
- And I show’d them
- With glee,
- Sipping, quaffing,
- And he, laughing,
- Sweet kisses
- Gave me.

FORTUNE OF WAR.

- NOUGHT more accurs’d in war I know
- Than getting off scot-free;
- Inur’d to danger, on we go
- In constant victory;
- We first unpack, then pack again,
- With only this reward,
- That when we’re marching, we complain,
- And when in camp, are bor’d.
- The time for billeting comes next,—
- The peasant curses it;
- Each nobleman is sorely vex’d,
- ’Tis hated by the cit.
- Be civil, bad though be thy food,
- The clowns politely treat;
- If to our hosts we’re ever rude,
- Jail-bread we’re forc’d to eat.
- And when the cannons growl around,
- And small arms rattle clear,
- And trumpet, trot, and drum resound,
- We merry all appear;
- And as it in the fight may chance,
- We yield, then charge amain,
- And now retire, and now advance,
- And yet a cross ne’er gain.
- At length there comes a musket-ball,
- And hits the leg, please Heaven;
- And then our troubles vanish all,
- For to the town we’re driven,
- (Well cover’d by the victor’s force,)
- Where we in wrath first came,—
- The women, frighten’d then, of course,
- Are loving now and tame.
- Cellar and heart are open’d wide,
- The cook’s allow’d no rest;
- While beds with softest down suppli’d
- Are by our members press’d.
- The nimble lads upon us wait,
- No sleep the hostess takes;
- Her shift is torn in pieces straight,—
- What wondrous lint it makes!
- If one has tended carefully
- The hero’s wounded limb,
- Her neighbor cannot rest, for she
- Has also tended him.
- A third arrives in equal haste,
- At length they all are there,
- And in the middle he is plac’d
- Of the whole band so fair!
- On good authority the king
- Hears how we love the fight,
- And bids them cross and ribbon bring,
- Our coat and breast to dight.
- Say if a better fate can e’er
- A son of Mars pursue!
- ’Midst tears at length we go from there,
- Belov’d and honor’d too.

OPEN TABLE.

- MANY a guest I’d see to-day,
- Met to taste my dishes!
- Food in plenty is prepar’d,
- Birds, and game, and fishes.
- Invitations all have had,
- All propos’d attending.
- Johnny, go and look around!
- Are they hither wending?
- Pretty girls I hope to see,
- Dear and guileless misses,
- Ignorant how sweet it is
- Giving tender kisses.
- Invitations all have had,
- All propos’d attending.
- Johnny, go and look around!
- Are they hither wending?
- Women also I expect,
- Loving tow’rd their spouses,
- Whose rude grumbling in their breasts
- Greater love but rouses.
- Invitations they’ve had too,
- All propos’d attending!
- Johnny, go and look around!
- Are they hither wending?
- I’ve too ask’d young gentlemen,
- Who are far from haughty,
- And whose purses are well-stock’d,
- Well-behav’d, not naughty.
- These especially I ask’d,
- All propos’d attending.
- Johnny, go and look around!
- Are they hither wending?
- Men I summon’d with respect,
- Who their own wives treasure;
- Who in ogling other Fair
- Never take a pleasure.
- To my greetings they replied,
- All propos’d attending.
- Johnny, go and look around!
- Are they hither wending?
- Then to make our joy complete,
- Poets I invited,
- Who love other’s songs far more
- Than what they’ve indited.
- All acceded to my wish,
- All propos’d attending.
- Johnny, go and look around!
- Are they hither wending?
- Not a single one appears,
- None seem this way posting.
- All the soup boils fast away,
- Joints are over-roasting.
- Ah, I fear that we have been
- Rather too unbending!
- Johnny, tell me what you think!
- None are hither wending.
- Johnny, run and quickly bring
- Other guests to me now!
- Each arriving as he is—
- That’s the plan, I see now.
- In the town at once ’tis known,
- Ev’ry one’s commending.
- Johnny, open all the doors:
- All are hither wending!

THE RECKONING.

Leader.
LET no cares now hover o’er us!
Let the wine unsparing run!
Wilt thou swell our merry chorus?
Hast thou all thy duty done?

- Solo.
- Two young folks—the thing is curious—
- Lov’d each other; yesterday
- Both quite mild, to-day quite furious,
- Next day, quite the deuce to pay!
- If her neck she there was stooping,
- He must here needs pull his hair.
- I reviv’d their spirits drooping,
- And they’re now a happy pair.

Chorus.
Surely we for wine may languish!
Let the bumper then go round!
For all sighs and groans of anguish
Thou to-day in joy hast drown’d.

Solo.
Why, young orphan, all this wailing?
“Would to heaven that I were dead!
For my guardian’s craft prevailing
Soon will make me beg my bread.”
Knowing well the rascal genus,
Into court I dragg’d the knave;
Fair the judges were between us,
And the maiden’s wealth did save.

Chorus.
Surely we for wine may languish!
Let the bumper then go round!
For all sighs and groans of anguish
Thou to-day in joy hast drown’d.

Solo.
To a little fellow, quiet,
Unpretending and subdu’d,
Has a big clown, running riot,
Been to-day extremely rude.
I bethought me of my duty,
And my courage swell’d apace,
So I spoil’d the rascal’s beauty,
Slashing him across the face.

Chorus.
Surely we for wine may languish!
Let the bumper then go round!
For all sighs and groans of anguish
Thou to-day in joy hast drown’d.

Solo.
Brief must be my explanation,
For I really have done nought.
Free from trouble and vexation,
I a landlord’s business bought.
There I’ve done, with all due ardor,
All that duty order’d me;
Each one ask’d me for the larder,
And there was no scarcity.

Chorus.
Surely we for wine may languish!
Let the bumper then go round!
For all sighs and groans of anguish
Thou to-day in joy hast drown’d.

Leader.
Each should thus make proclamation
Of what he did well to-day!
That’s the match whose conflagration
Should inflame our tuneful lay.
Let it be our precept ever
To admit no waverer here!
For to act the good endeavor,
None but rascals meek appear.

Chorus.
Surely we for wine may languish!
Let the bumper then go round!
For all sighs and groans of anguish
We have now in rapture drown’d.

Trio.
Let each merry minstrel enter,
He’s right welcome to our hall!
’Tis but with the self-tormentor
That we are not liberal;
For we fear that his caprices,
That his eyebrows dark and sad,
That his grief that never ceases
Hide an empty heart, or bad.

Chorus.
No one now for wine shall languish!
Here no minstrel shall be found,
Who all sighs and groans of anguish,
Has not first in rapture drown’d!

ERGO BIBAMUS!

- FOR a praiseworthy object we’re now gather’d here,
- So, brethren, sing: Ergo bibamus!
- Tho’ talk may be hush’d, yet the glasses ring clear,
- Remember then: Ergo bibamus!
- In truth ’tis an old, ’tis an excellent word,
- With its sound so befitting each bosom is stirr’d,
- And an echo the festal hall filling is heard,
- A glorious Ergo bibamus!
- I saw mine own love in her beauty so rare,
- And bethought me of: Ergo bibamus!
- So I gently approach’d, and she let me stand there,
- While I help’d myself, thinking: Bibamus!
- And when she’s appeas’d, and will clasp you and kiss;
- Or when those embraces and kisses ye miss,
- Take refuge, till found is some worthier bliss,
- In the comforting Ergo bibamus!
- I am call’d by my fate far away from each friend;
- Ye lov’d ones, then: Ergo bibamus!
- With wallet light-laden from hence I must wend,
- So double our Ergo bibamus!
- Whate’er to his treasures the niggard may add,
- Yet regard for the joyous will ever be had,
- For gladness lends ever its charms to the glad,
- So, brethren, sing: Ergo bibamus!
- And what shall we say of to-day as it flies?
- I thought but of: Ergo Bibamus!
- ’Tis one of those truly that seldom arise,
- So again and again sing: Bibamus!
- For joy through a wide-open portal it guides,
- Bright glitter the clouds, as the curtain divides,
- And a form, a divine one, to greet us in glides,
- While we thunder our: Ergo bibamus!

EPIPHANIAS.

- THE three holy kings with their star’s bright ray,—
- They eat and they drink, but had rather not pay;
- They like to eat and drink away,
- They eat and drink, but had rather not pay.
- The three holy kings have all come here,
- In number not four, but three they appear;
- And if a fourth join’d the other three,
- Increas’d by one their number would be.
- The first am I,—the fair and the white,
- I ought to be seen when the sun shines bright!
- But, alas! with all my spices and myrrh,
- No girl now likes me,—I please not her.
- The next am I,—the brown and the long,
- Known well to women, known well to song.
- Instead of spices, ’tis gold I bear,
- And so I’m welcome everywhere.
- The last am I,—the black and small,
- And fain would be right merry withal.
- I like to eat and to drink full measure,
- I eat and drink, and give thanks with pleasure.
- The three holy kings are friendly and mild,
- They seek the Mother, and seek the Child;
- The pious Joseph is sitting by,
- The ox and the ass on their litter lie.
- We’re bringing gold, we’re bringing myrrh,
- The women incense always prefer;
- And if we have wine of a worthy growth,
- We three to drink like six are not loth.
- As here we see fair lads and lasses,
- But not a sign of oxen or asses,
- We know that we have gone astray
- And so go further on our way.

FINNISH SONG.

- IF the lov’d one, the well-known one,
- Should return as he departed,
- On his lips would ring my kisses,
- Though the wolf’s blood might have dy’d them;
- And a hearty grasp I’d give him,
- Though his finger-ends were serpents.
- Wind! Oh, if thou hadst but reason,
- Word for word in turns thou’dst carry,
- E’en though some perchance might perish
- ’Tween two lovers so far distant.
- All choice morsels I’d dispense with,
- Table-flesh of priests neglect too,
- Sooner than renounce my lover,
- Whom, in Summer having vanquish’d,
- I in Winter tam’d still longer.

GYPSY SONG.

- IN the drizzling mist, with the snow high-pil’d,
- In the Winter night, in the forest wild,
- I heard the wolves with their ravenous howl,
- I heard the screaming note of the owl:
- Wille wau wau wau!
- Wille wo wo wo!
- Wito hu!
- I shot, one day, a cat in a ditch—
- The dear black cat of Anna the witch;
- Upon me, at night, seven were-wolves came down,
- Seven women they were, from out of the town.
- Wille wau wau wau!
- Wille wo wo wo!
- Wito hu!
- I knew them all; ay, I knew them straight;
- First, Anna, then Ursula, Eve and Kate,
- And Barbara, Lizzy and Bet as well;
- And forming a ring, they began to yell:
- Wille wau wau wau!
- Wille wo wo wo!
- Wito hu!
- Then call’d I their names with angry threat:
- “What would’st thou, Anna? What would’st thou, Bet?”
- At hearing my voice, themselves they shook,
- And howling and yelling, to flight they took.
- Wille wau wau wau!
- Wille wo wo wo!
- Wito hu!

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