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Historical & Legendary Ballads & Songs

By Walter Thornbury. Illustrated by J. Whistler, F. Walker, John Tenniel, J. D. Watson, W. Small, F. Sandys, G. J. Pinwell, T. Morten, M. J. Lawless, and many others

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German Hussar Songs.

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Minny, reach me out your hand,
'T is a true pledge, understand.
Love is our eternal lot,
Mind these words, “Forget-me-not.”
Minny, I will think of you
Till this sabre snaps in two.
Lizzy, when away from thee,
I am steeped in misery,
Without thee my life is lost
All the Summer long in frost.
Lizzy, I will dream of you
Till this sabre snaps in two.
When to the parade I go,
Fanny absent, all is woe,
In my heart Love's arrow burns
Till the moment she returns.
Though this sabre snaps in two,
Fanny, I will think of you.
Last night I'd a dream of thee,
Mary, if you'll credit me,
You had loved me dearest, best,
Chosen me from all the rest.
Mary, I will think of you
Till this sabre snaps in two.

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Had I in this world the gold
Of King Crœsus, ay, twice told,
Would it be as dear to me,
Sweetest, as the love of thee?
Bessy, I will think of you
Till this sabre snaps in two.
Kitty's little sugar mouth,
Stops Love's very keenest drouth.
Kitty (don't let people hear),
You must be my wife, my dear.
Kitty, I will think of you,
Though this sabre snaps in two.

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With careless hearts and full of glee
We charge upon the enemy;
But ere we mount, brave fame to seek,
We kiss our darling's lip and cheek,
And parting, parting, cry Hurrah!
Now, forward, men! There stands the foe!
As fast as thunderbolts we go,
United by a holy band,
For God and for the Fatherland,
And all, and all with an Hurrah!
See how the foemen turn and fly
When our red sabres meet their eye.
No mere revenge has given us breath,
Our cry is “Victory or Death!”
And all, and all with an Hurrah!

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Then back so gaily we repair:
Sunshine and Love fill all the air,
And welcome is the cry we hear
As home we reach, and far and near
They shout and shout, as we, Hurrah!