THE WELCOME.

Und als der Herr von Rodenstein

Zum Frankenstein sich wandte,

Empfing er seinen Ehrenwein

So wie es Brauch im Lande.

And as the Herr von Rodenstein

To Frankenstein was going,

They served the 'wine of honour' fine,

To him great honour showing.

In Beerbach by the Town Hall brought

The Zentgrave with the people,

The owl-jug. The old lord laughed out--

'Bring up your sour tipple!

Ye fellows, let your voices sound!

The welcome goes around, around;

Hallo! the peasants owl-cup

Goes round, goes round!'

And when in the Lime of Frankenstein

The merry riders found them,

The castle-youth in garments fine

Came thickly thronging round them.

A jack-boot made of porcelain

They brought--he did not falter,

But drained it as he drew the rein,

While all sang out the psalter;

'Ye fellows, let your voices sound!

The welcome goes around, around;

Holliro! the boot-cup

Goes round, goes round!'

In the castle-court another swarm

Came with loud musket-banging,

While on the castle-master's arm

The second boot was hanging.

With their finest wine they filled the boot,

And grandly spoke the Ritter--

'Sir Neighbour--not upon one foot!

And this does not taste bitter.

Ye fellows, let your voices sound!

The welcome goes around, around;

Holliro! the boot-cup

Goes round, goes round!'

The Rodenstein drank out the cup;

'God bless your nose for ever,

For mine was nearly doubled up

In such a flowing river.

Now to your castle-hall, and there

We'll rest from this pace so killing;

I think in it your lady fair

The Charlemagne's horn is filling.

So once more let your voices sound!

The welcome goes around, around;

Holliro! the emperor's drink-horn

Goes round, goes round!'

Next morning lay a mantle white

Of fog o'er hill and valley;

They brought the album to the knight,

And in't he wrote this sally

With trembling hand--' Be this in sign

I folded here my banners,

And praise the House of Frankenstein,

As one of taste and manners.

Their welcome cheered my heart and head

So much I could not find my bed!

Holliro! not only boot-cup,

But everything went around!'

Hol-li-roh!

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