HALLO there！ A glass！
Ha！ the draught's truly sweet！
If for drink go my shoes，I shall still have my feet.
A maiden and wine，With sweet music and song，--I would they were mine，All life's journey along！
If I depart from this sad sphere， And leave a will behind me here， A suit at law will be preferr'd， But as for thanks，--the deuce a word！
So ere I die， I squander all， And that a proper will I call.
HIS COMRADE.
Hallo there！ A glass！
Ha！ the draught's truly sweet If thou keepest thy shoes，Thou wilt then spare thy feet.
A maiden and wine，With sweet music and song， On pavement， are thine，All life's journey along！
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第一章THE FREEBOOTER，No door has my house，No house has my door；And in and out everI carry my store.
No grate has my kitchen，No kitchen my grate；Yet roasts it and boils itBoth early and late.
My bed has no trestles，My trestles no bed；Yet merrier momentsNo mortal e'er led.
My cellar is lofty，My barn is full deep， From top to the bottom，--There lie I and sleep.
And soon as I waken，All moves on its race；My place has no fixture，My fixture no place.
1827.*
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