Rode the terrible Heinz Von Stein,
And paused at the front of a tavern,
And gazed at the swinging sign.
Then he sat himself down in a corner,
And growled for a bottle of wine;
Up came—with a flask and a corkscrew—
A maiden of beauty divine.
Then he sighed, with a deep love sighing,
And said, “O damsel mine,
Suppose you just give a few kisses