  When Germany first drank her fill, You then were her obedient vassal, Believing in each pipe-bowl still, And in its black-red-golden tassel. But when the fond delirium ceased, Good friend, how great your consternation! The public seem’d a very beast, After its sweet intoxication! Pelted by vile abusive swarms With rotten apples, in disorder, Under an escort of gendarmes You reach’d at length the German border. There you stood still. A tear you wiped Away, the well-known posts on spying Which like the zebra’s back are striped, With heavy heart as follows sighing:— “Aranjuez, in lightsome mood “Once stay’d I in thy halls so splendid, “When I before King Philip stood, “By all his proud grandees attended. “He gave me an approving smile “When I the Marquis Posa acted; “My prose he could not relish, while “My verses his applause attracted.” |
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