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Identifier: germanclassicsof05fran (find matches)
Title: The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; masterpieces of German literature
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Francke, Kuno, 1855-1930 Howard, William Guild, b. 1868 Singer, Isidore, 1859-1939
Subjects: German literature German literature English literature
Publisher: Albany, N. Y. : J. B. Lyon company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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168 THE GERMAN CLASSICS

Hallo, thou tailor-fellow,
Now hie thee out of hell — oh,
We cannot use our noses,
Do what we will for smell, oh!
Then he began to cut away —
It must have made them smart;
With all his might the tailor ripped
The devils ears apart.
Hallo, thou tailor-fellow.
Now march away from hell — oh,
We else should need a doctor.
If what we will were well — oh !
And last of all came Lucifer
And cried: "What horror fell !
No devil has his little tail;
So drive him out of hell."
Hallo, thou tailor-fellow.
Now hie thee out of hell — oh,
We need to wear no clothes at all —
For what we will, is well, oh!
And when the tailors sack was packed,
He felt so very well — oh!
He hopped and skipped without dismay
And had a laughing spell, oh!
And hurried out of hell — oh.
And stayed a tailor-fellow;
And the devil mil catch no tailor now,
Let him steal, as he will — it is well, though!

THE REAPER

There is a reaper. Death his name;
His might from God the highest came.
Today his knife he'll whet,
'T will cut far better yet;
Soon he will come and mow.
And we must bear the woe —
Beware, fair flower!
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THE BOY'S MAGIC HORN 169

The flowers fresh and green today,
Tomorrow will be mowed away:
Narcissus so white,
The meadows' delight,
The hyacinthias pale
And morning-glories frail —
Beware, fair flower!
Full many thousand blossoms blithe
Must fall beneath his deadly scythe:
Roses and lilies pure.
Your end is all too sure!
Imperial lilies rare
He will not spare —
Beware, fair flower!
The bluet wee, of heavens hue.
The tulips white and yellow too
The dainty silver bell,
The golden phlox as well —
All sink upon the earth.
Oh, what a sorry dearth!
Beware, fair flower!
Sweet lavender of lovely scent,
And rosemary, dear ornament,
Sword-lilies proud, unfurled.
And basil, quaintly curled.
And fragile violet blue —
He soon will seize you too!
Beware, fair flower!
Death, I defy thee!
Hasten near With one great sweep —
I have no fear!
Though hurt,
I'll stay undaunted.
For I shall be transplanted
Into the garden by heaven's gate.
The heavenly garden we all await.
Rejoice, fair flower!

JACOB AND WILHELM GRIMM

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