Mine heart ish proken into little pits, <br />I tells you, friend, what for; <br />Mine schweetheart, von coot patriotic kirl, <br />She trives me off mit der war. <br />I fights for her der pattles of te flag -- <br />I schtrikes so prave as I can; <br />Put now long time she nix remempers me, <br />And coes mit another man. <br /> <br />Ah! mine fraulein! You ish so ferry unkind! <br />You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live, <br />And leaves poor Schnapps pehind, <br />Leaves poor Schnapps pehind. <br /> <br />I march all tay, no matter if der schtorm <br />Pe worse ash Moses' flood; <br />I lays all night, mine head upon a schtump, <br />And "sinks to sleep" in der mud. <br />Der nightmare comes -- I catch him ferry pad -- <br />I treams I schleeps mit der Ghost; <br />I wakes next morning frusen in der cround, <br />So schtiff as von schtone post. <br /> <br />They kives me hart-pread, tougher as a rock -- <br />It almost preaks mine shaw; <br />I schplite him sometimes mit an iron wedge, <br />And cuts him up mit a saw. <br />They kives me peef, as ferry, ferry salt, <br />Like Sodom's wife, you know; <br />I surely dinks they put him in der prine <br />Von hundred years aco. <br /> <br />Py'n py we take von city in der South -- <br />We schtays there von whole year; <br />I kite me sourcrout much as I can eat, <br />And plenty loqcar pier. <br />I meets von lady repel in der street, <br />So handsome offer I see; <br />I makes to her von ferry callant pow -- <br />Put ah! she schpits on me. <br /> <br />"Hard times!" you say, "what for you volunteer!" <br />I todt you friend, what for; <br />Mine schweetheart, von coot patriotic kirl, <br />She trove me off mit der war. <br />Alas! alas! mine pretty little von <br />Will schmile no more on me; <br />Put schtill I fights der pattle of te flag <br />To set mine countries free.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corporal-schnapps/
