Arndt BLUCHER. WHY sound the brazen trumpets? Hussars, turn ye out! The field-marshal is riding abroad in the rout! How sitteth he so lightly his steed prancing by, How gleameth it so brightly, his sword waved on high! Oh, mark ye how his bright eyes are gleaming so kind?— He was the man who whilome, when none else could save, say, He kept his oath when loudly the battle-call rang, At Lützen, in the valley, such havoc he made, At Katzbach, on the water, was fame too for him, 'Twas there he taught the Frenchmen right deftly to swim. Farewell, ye rascal Frenchmen; flee down to the sea, Your graves, ye lawless scoundrels, the whale's maw shall be ! At Wartenburg, on the Elbe, too, he harassed them so, At Leipsic on the plain,-oh, thrice honoured fight! Then blow ye brazen trumpets! Hussars, turn ye out! Then ride, thou brave field-marshal, abroad through the rout To vict'ry! to the Rhine!-o'er the Rhine then advance- MEN AND KNAVES. TH. KÖRNER. THE people rise, the storm 's unchained! Who, folding his arms, hath idle remained? Fie on thee, knave by the chimney stone, Crouching 'mid maidens and dames alone. A wretched and pitiful wight art thou; No German maiden will kiss thee now, To thee no song shall delight impart, And German wine shall not glad thy heart. Drink with me men that be! Waving our broadswords cheerily! In the stormy night, when the wind blows cold, Thou canst stretch thy length in the curtain'd bed, A wretched and pitiful wight, &c. When the trumpet's voice is heard abroad, A wretched and pitiful wight, &c. While the burning heat of the day we bear, When, amid the turmoil of iron war, When bullets whistle, and lances ring, While abroad through our line stalks the shadowy king, A wretched and pitiful wight, &c. And when in the battle our time draws near, Tortured by med'cine and surgery. E Thou diest like a coward in silken bed; No German maiden shall mourn thee dead,— Nor a German wine-cup be pledged in thy name. Waving your broadswords cheerily ! PATRIOTIC SONG. (Vaterlandslied.) E. M. ARNDT. GOD, who gave iron, purposed ne'er Fierce speech, and free-born breath, Therefore will we what God did say, But he shall perish by stroke of brand Who fighteth for sin and shame, And not inherit the German land With men of the German name. |