Free is the Bursch!
After the singing of every verse they stossen an, or meet glasses, and whatever quantity of wine the Pawk-Bursch drinks, be it a half or a whole choppin, or even two choppin, the unhappy Brand-Fox must drink as much. Wo to him that falls into the hands of a thorough toper, who is inclined to run him hard. After the conclusion of these ceremonies the Commers is commonly held, so that many a young Bursche on returning home is pretty much in the condition of the Austrian who had been at a Bacchanal-party, and was seen, on its breaking up, by one of his companions standing in the middle of the square in which his house lay, with his house-door key in his hand, which he was swinging from one side to another in an extraordinary manner. "What are you doing there?" asked his friend. "Ah," said the man, "the houses are all running round the square, like mad, and I'm waiting till the right one comes. It has been here several times already, but somehow, it has always escaped me."
[CHAPTER VII.]
THE DUEL.
Shall I for fame and freedom stand,
For Burschen-weal the sword lift free?
Quick blinks the steel in my right hand,
A friend will stand and second me.
Crambambuli.