Emilie, give me the hurrdat
and attach the Christmas tree decoration to my bib!
Today collects of German male flower
the dregs.

And even if the Novemberlings mock,
we shine in the old color gloss.
A German man first feels in piebald clothes
completely.

What distress of the people! Unemployment agony?
Wages small, eating bad and barren?
If they pay us such pensions,
it's half as bad.

Now let the tin sound in word and tone:
With God for the Fatherland! Through struggle to victory!
The position is held until we fall
at Hurray and at Pfropfensballen,
as once in the war. , ,

1926, 51 Tyll