Page 91, l. 2. "Wir winden dir":
THE FREE SHOOTER
The bridal wreath for thee we bind,
With silken thread of azure;
In wedded days, oh, mayst thou find
Full store of hope and pleasure.
I've planted thyme and myrtle sweet,
They grew in my garden;
But when shall I my true love meet,
How long will he delay yet?
Full seven years the maiden span,
The snow-white web augmenting;
The veil is clear like a web,
And green the wreath in her hair.
When lo! her true love came at last,
When seven years had passed,
Because her lover married her
She has deserved her wreath.
Page 94, l. 7. Freie Trauungen: free marriages.
Page 94, l. 20. Sozialdemokratischer Verband: society of democratic socialists.
Page 98, l. 1. Tafel-Lieder: table songs.
Page 98, l. 22. Hoch: Hurrah.