A curse will fall on all like you,
Who prey on man and woman.
Ansorge:—Yes, yes, a curse upon them!
Old Baumert (clenching his fist, threateningly):—You prey on man and woman.
Moritz (reads):—
Then think of all our woe and want,
O ye who hear this ditty!
Our struggle vain for daily bread
Hard hearts would move to pity.