This western land of milk and honey,
For one that flows with Lager Bier.
Go, flaxen-haired and blue-eyed maiden,
My German Hebe! hasten through
Yon smoke-cloud, and return thou laden
With bread and cheese and bier for two.
Limburger suits this bearded fellow;
His brow is high, his taste severe:
But I’m for Schweitzer, mild and yellow,
To eat with bread and Lager Bier.