The thunder grew calmer and wiser,
Like oil lay the water below;
But oh, the old brave Mueckenhaeuser
The Chancellor felt sorrow and woe.
The Pfalzgrave stood up by the rudder,
And gazed on the billowy foam;
'Rem blem! all my soul's in a shudder,
Oh, Cyprus--I travel for home!
'God spare me such terrible menace--
I'm wiser through trial and pain;
Back, back on our course to old Venice--
I'll ne'er borrow money again.
'And he who 'mid heathens at table
His cash to the devil has slammed,
Let him hook it in peace while he's able,--
It sounds like all hell and be damned!'[6]
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[Footnote 6:
Der verzieh' sich geraeuschlos bei Zeiten,
Es klingt doch hoellenverdammt.]
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