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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Rollicking Hans
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HALLO there! A glass!

Ha! the draught`s truly sweet!
If for drink go my shoes,

I shall still have my feet.

A maiden and wine,

With sweet music and song,—
I would they were mine,

All life`s journey along!

If I depart from this sad sphere,
And leave a will behind me here,
A suit at law will be preferr`d,
But as for thanks,—the deuce a word!
So ere I die, I squander all,
And that a proper will I call.

HIS COMRADE.

Hallo there! A glass!

Ha! the draught`s truly sweet
If thou keepest thy shoes,

Thou wilt then spare thy feet.

A maiden and wine,

With sweet music and song,
On pavement, are thine,

All life`s journey along!
——-
THE FREEBOOTER,

No door has my house,

No house has my door;
And in and out ever

I carry my store.

No grate has my kitchen,

No kitchen my grate;
Yet roasts it and boils it

Both early and late.

My bed has no trestles,

My trestles no bed;
Yet merrier moments

No mortal e`er led.

My cellar is lofty,

My barn is full deep,
From top to the bottom,—

There lie I and sleep.

And soon as I waken,

All moves on its race;
My place has no fixture,

My fixture no place.
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