The Breitmann Ballads by Charles Godfrey Leland
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("Hilf Zamiel! hilf")-"Here, dake some more!' Denn Kasp vent shtompin' roundt de vloor, Und coomed his hoompugs ofer Schmit, Dill Max saidt, "Nun-ich gehe mit!" All in de finster mitternocht, Vhen oder folk in shleep vas lockt, Down in de Wolfschlucht, Kasp tid dry His tyfel-strikes und Hexery. Mit skools und pones he mate a ring, De howls und shpooks pegin to sing, Und all the tyfels oonder croundt Coom preakin' loose und rooshin' roundt. Denn Maxerl cooms along: says he, "Mein Gott! vot dings ish dis I see! I dinks de fery tyfel und all Moost help to make dem magic ball. "I vish dat I had nix cum raus, Und shtaid mineself in bett to house." "Hilf Zamiel!" cried Kasp; "you whelp- You red Dootch tyfel-coom und help!" Den oop dere coomed a tredfull shdorm, De todtengrips aroundt tid schvarm; De howl shoomped oop und flopt his vings Und toorned his het like avery dings. |
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