And a devil cares not though they burn to the ground.
Has one a good dog by his house-door to stay,
And that from his chain could not break away,
Straight let they him loose, when, troth 'twere no need,
Potz hagel! they've shot, and the poodle is dead!
Students 'ith Wirthshouse, are jolly and able.
For all that they need is a great mighty table;
They drink and they shout, as the house theirs had been:
They drink and they cry till they're sky-blue and green.
Now they talk Lapodeinish![[43]] I know not what 'tis;