Bursch Groggenburg

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William Edmondstoune Aytoun (also known as: Bon Gaultier) 1813 - 1865/ Theodore Martin: Bursch Groggenburg. After the manner of Schiller.

`` Bursch! if foaming beer content ye,
Come and drink your fill;
In our cellars there is plenty:
Himmel! how you swill!
That the liquor hath allurance,
Well I understand;
But 'tis really past endurance,
When you squeeze my hand!

(Page 71)

And he heard her as if dreaming,
Heard her half in awe;
And the meerschaum's smoke came streaming
From his open jaw:
And his pulse beat somewhat quicker
Than it did before,
And he finished off his liquor,
Staggered through the door;

Bolted off direct to Munich,
And within the year
Underneath his German tunic
Stowed whole butts of beer.
And he drank like fifty fishes,
Drank till all was blue;
For he felt extremely vicious --
Somewhat thirsty too.

But at length this dire deboshing
Drew towards an end;
Few of all his silber-groschen
Had he left to spend.
And he knew it was not prudent
Longer to remain;
So, with weary feet, the student
Wended home again.

(Page 72)

At the tavern's well known portal,
Knocks he as before,
And a waiter, rather mortal,
Hiccups through the door, --
``Master's sleeping in the kitchen;
You'll alarm the house;
Yesterday the Jungfrau Fritchen
Married baker Kraus!

Like a fiery comet bristling,
Rose the young man's hair,
And, poor soul! he fell a-whistling
Out of sheer despair.
Down the gloomy street in silence,
Savage-calm he goes;
But he did no deed of vi'lence --
Only blew his nose.

Then he hired an airy garret
Near her dwelling-place;
Grew a beard of fiercest carrot,
Never washed his face;
Sate all day beside the casement,
Sate a dreary man;
Found in smoking such an easement
As the wretched can;

(Page 73)

Stared for hours and hours together,
Stared yet more and more;
Till in fine and sunny weather,
At the baker's door,
Stood, in apron white and mealy,
That belov├ęd dame,
Counting out the loaves so freely,
Selling of the same.

Then like a volcano puffing,
Smoked he out his pipe;
Sigh'd and supp'd on ducks and stuffing,
Ham and kraut and tripe;
Went to bed, and in the morning,
Waited as before,
Still his eyes in anguish turning
To the baker's door;

Till, with apron white and mealy,
Came the lovely dame,
Counting out the loaves so freely,
Selling of the same.
So one day -- the fact's amazing! --
On his post he died;
And they found the body gazing
At the baker's bride.

Source: The Book of Ballads. Edited by Bon Gaultier [i.e. W. E. Aytoun and Theodore Martin]. A New Edition, with Several New Ballads. London [1849], pp. 70-73

See also The book of ballads. Redfield 1852 http://fulltext10.fcla.edu/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=juv&idno=UF00002011&format=pdf Bursch Groggenburg http://fulltext10.fcla.edu/DLData/UF/UF00002011/file18.pdf

Comments: It is a parody of Schiller Ritter Toggenburg of which one can find the German text in the German branch of Wikisource.