  You no more shall barefoot crawl so Through the dirt, poor German freedom! Stockings (as you find you need ’em) You shall have, and stout boots also. As respects your head, upon it To protect your ears from freezin’ In the chilly winter-season You shall have a nice warm bonnet. You shall have, too, savoury messes— Grand the future that’s before you! Let no Satyr, I implore you, Lure you onward to excesses! Do not haste on fast and faster! Render, as becomes inferiors, Due respect to your superiors And the worthy burgomaster. |
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