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SAUER KRAUT

THE TEUTON TO THE CABBAGE

Next to mein pipe, a ding for want,
Mein allerliebst is de Cabbage Plant.
Dat 's so: but eince, sweice, in de year
I lofes most vell mein Lager Bier.
Next to them both I lofe de root
Mit leafes of beauty for Sauer Kraut.
Many are Boets, but none like me
Can sing of de brode-leaf'd Cabbage Tree.
Slim is mein bronzèd meerschaum's stalk,
Round de big Cabbage stem I walk.
He folds his leafs across his heart,
As a fat man's arms on a lowlier part.
Full of flavour and shuice is he,
Dreaming where can de pickler be.
Und ven de frosts make clear de skies,
He reaches out to his fullest size.

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Quickening odours, salted vell:
Gott in himmel! dass Kraut do smell.
If I vere a king, O stateliest Tree!
Many 's the barrel I 'd build of thee.
Und in dem kellar ein thron for me,
Smokin mein Pipe perpetually.
Mit matches to set de veeds a-blaze
Und bier for de topers in Cabbage praise.
Und dere vould I sit vhile de bier run out
Smokin und eatin mein Sauer Kraut.
Trinkin large healths to the plant divine:
Und none, O Cabbage! to equal mein.
I lofe mein Pipe auf's first of all:
Tausend teufels! I make him fall.
Mein beautiful Pipe! mein herz vos its:
Is broken into ein hoonderd bits.
Und de frau she tell me our Sauer Kraut
De lieblich barrel hafe given out.
Angel of Pity! let go a tear!
Dere is nodings to lofe but de Lager Bier.
IZAAK TAILOR