Ze tale is out of tune!
'Twas I vos vonce a Uhlan, who rode mit all ze band,
Zat von Alsace, und Lorraine, from Vrance vor Vaterland,
Ven in ze pits at Gravelotte, I lay von night to die,
I voke! for I vos faintings to hear ze voman sigh!
Und shust vere I vas vounded, I saw ze voman's zere,
Vos bound mine arm from bleeding, mit her own golden hair!
She nursed me through ze danger, und ven zere's peace again,
I svore zat I vould ved her, ze Fraulein of Lorraine.
I kissed my love von mornings, her vite face on my heart,