Ve cooms from o'er ze sea,
Ve plays ze lovely music,
Of all ze great countree.
Zare's Herr Von Zingerpofel,
No prouder man vos he,
Zan ven he loved ze Fraulien
Afar in Shermanie.
But ven he found ze noders
Golds ring upon her hand,
He played on ze thriangles,