Passed to their worthy end.
But did they mark the goat-god’s godless ditty?
Or did the dripping little knave
Play drier tunes for them
In the staid street of the red-gabled city?
Oberammergau
Rich man, poor man, beggar-man, thief,
Over the hills to the mountain folk,
Doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief,
Across the world they find their way;