, sir,
    I should allaweil lead you dis dance."
Like a bees vhen it it booz troo de clofer,
    Dese murmurin accents she flang,
Vhile singin, a stingin her lofer,
    Der woe-moody Ritter von Slang.

"Boot if von ding you do, I'll knock under,
    Our droples moost endin damit
Und if you pull troo it,- by donder!
    I'll own myself euchred, und bit.
I schvear py de holy Sanct Chlody!
    Py mine honor-und avery ding!
You may hafe me-soul, puttons und pody,
    Mit de whole of Plectruda von Sling."

"Und dish ish de test of your power:-
    Vhile ve shtand ourselfs round in a row,
You moost roll from de dop of dis tower,
    Down shdairs to de valley pelow.
Id ish rough and shteep ash my virtue:"
    (Mit schwanenshweet accents she sang:)
"Tont try if you dinks id vill hurt you,
    Mine goot liddle Ritter von Slang."

An Moormoor arosed mong de beoples;
    In fain tid she doorn in her shkorn,
Der vatchman on dop of de shdeeples
    Plowed a sorryfool doon on his horn.
Ash dey look down de dousand-foot treppe,
    Dey schveared dey vouldt pass on de ding,
Und not roll down de firstest tam steppe
    For a hoondred like Fraulein von Sling.

II.

'Twas audumn. De dry leafs vere bustlin
    Und visperin deir elfin wild talk,
Vhen shlow, mit his veet in dem rustlin,
    Herr Steinli coomed out for a walk.
Wild dooks vly afar in de gloamin,