Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Rollicking Hans

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.