A civil war song by Henry Clay Work (1832-84) --- Mine heart is proken into little pits; I tells you, friend, what for: Mine sweetheart, von coot patriotic kirl, She trives me off mit der war. I fights for her the pattles of the flag, I strikes so prave ash I can; But now long time she nix remembers me, And coes mit another man. [Chorus] Ah, mine fraulein! You is so ferry unkind! You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live And leaves poor Schnapps behind. I march all day, no matter of der schtorm Be worse ash Moses' flood; I lays all night, mine head upon an schtump, And sinks to schleep mit ter ghost; I wakes next morning frozen in der ground, So stiff as one schtone post. [Chorus] Ah, mine fraulein! You is so ferry unkind! You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live And leaves poor Schnapps behind. They kives me hard pread, toughern as a rock, It almost preaks mine zhaw; I schplits him sometimes mit an iron wedge And cut him up mit a saw. They kives me peef so ferry, ferry salt, Like Sodom's wife, you know; I surely dinks they put him in der prine Von hundred years ago. [Chorus] Ah, mine fraulein! You is so ferry unkind! You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live And leaves poor Schnapps behind. Py'n-py we takes one city in the South; We schtay there one whole year; I gits me sourkrout much as I can eat And plenty lagger beer. I meets von lady Repel in der schtreet, So handsome effer I see; I makes to her von ferry callant pow, But ah! she schpits on me. [Chorus] Ah, mine fraulein! You is so ferry unkind! You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live And leaves poor Schnapps behind. "Hart times!" you say, "What makes you folunteer?" I told you, friends, what for: Mine schweetheart, von coot patriotic kirl, She trove me off mit der war. Alas ! Alas ! mine pretty little von Will schmile no more on me; Put schtill I fights der pattles of der flag, To set mine countries free. [Chorus] Ah, mine fraulein! You is so ferry unkind! You coes mit Hans to Zhermany to live And leaves poor Schnapps behind.
