The Bourbon from St. Louis in a foreign land was dead.
And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down
(For the moon herself was full that night) on the crimson painted town,
Her rays fell on the delegate his ruddy nose and cheek
As they fell on far St. Louis— St. Louis by the creek.
WHAT IS THE GERMAN’S FATHERLAND?
The following imitation of this well-known German song appeared in Notes and Queries (London), in 1871:
“Where doth proud England’s boundary stand?
In Europe’s land? In Asia’s land?