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 Under me, your cradle rested, You were baptized too, Here I saw the aged vicar, Teach you all he knew.

Through the world I saw you wander With a faggot bright, Saw you cast before your people A jolly stream of light.

How the time has passed ? I know you Now for thirty years But my boy, what queerly monster At your side appears?”



As we rode through sleeping Iglau, Spilberg filled my mind, And past Lintz, but thoughts of Kufstein Seemed to wind and wind.

And not till we left old Kufstein Standing on our right, Did I see the Alpine country In a more pleasing light.

It’s a foolish ride, dear fellow, When you know not where. The postillion’s glad bugle Is a shammed affair.