From these halls a long space of period banished,
I return like a wanderer,
To the mansion vacated by the ignoble Teuton.
Heavens! are these the portraits of my ancestors?
Ha! vengeance I swear it!
On this sword!
By the waists of the ladies I perceive,
And I observe by the anatomy of the gentlemen,
The Teuton has desecrated my ancestral domain.
Soprano.
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.................Oh, my heart!
Oh, my heart! Oh, my heart,
Oh-oh-oh-oh! my heart! my
heart, my hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
ha-a-a-AHT!!!
Chorus.
Let us all
Happy be!
Here again
Once more are we!
The Public.
Two front seats for dollars three!
Curtain.
[A] Tutelary deities of the Nibelungen.
—Puck, February 11th, 1891.