Tune: Wir lagen vor Madagaskar
We fought for Elsaß-Lothringen,
But brought a shrill pest on board,
It rusted our culture like a cauldron,
And threw our dear Kaiser overboard
|: 'At once, at once!' say the comrades,
At once, at once!
'Farewell, farewell!', Your Majesty,
Farewell, farewell!
Just as we hear church-bells ringing aboard,
Yes the soldiers are lying in pill,
They yearn for the father-land that they deem,
Their glorious Kaiser, they remember him still,
The guide of the land that they miß,
With a sigh he looks at it turn into steam,
Of this future, he's had his fill. :|
Our culture's languished a fortnight,
It's lungs are bereft of wind,
On our eyes fell a deadly blight,
No boards sparkling, no crown pinned.
A Junker of highest rapport,
Took a sip of liberal nice and tall,
The report said he died of 'hate speech',
But I think he was poisoned after all.
Some long time, the Kaiser came back,
Must have been a hell of a drive,
He hugs us, and our boots clack,
He cries 'our culture is still alive!'.
|: 'At once, at once!' say the comrades,
At once, at once!
'Farewell, farewell!', Your Majesty,
Farewell, farewell!
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