--your Bormio. Found her at the big hotel: spoke not a syllable; stole
away, stole away. One chopin of wine! I'm off on four legs to the
captain. Those lads who are after her by Roveredo and Trent have bad
noses. "Poor nose--empty belly." Says the captain, "I stick at the
point of the cross-roads." Says I, "Herr Captain, I'm back to you first
of the lot." My business is to find the runaway lady-pretty Fraulein!
pretty Fraulein! lai-ai! There's money on her servant, too; he's a
disguised Excellency--a handsome boy; but he has cut himself loose, and
he go hang. Two birds for the pride of the thing; one for satisfaction--
I 'm satisfied. I've killed chamois in my time. Jacob, I am;
Baumwalder, I am; Feckelwitz, likewise; and the very devil for following
a track. Ach! the wine is good. You know the song?

"He who drinks wine, he may cry with a will,
Fortune is mine, may she stick to me still."

'I give it you in German--the language of song! my own, my native 'lai-ai-
lai-ai-la-la-lai-ai-i-ie!

"While stars still sit
On mountain tops,
I take my gun,
Kiss little one
On mother's breast.
Ai-iu-e!

My pipe is lit,
I climb the slopes,
I meet the dawn
A little one