Und sdhill old Schlosser pushed him aheadt,
“I feel quite bedder now,” he said,
Und his face god back ids natural red;
But nod a minute did he stay,
Und soon he was dwenty miles avay.
So goot dot horse his duty done,
Dot pefore der setting of der sun,
He carried his rider—dat son of a gun—
Away from der sount of any gun.
Und ven dot baddle vos at ids dop,