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Lied der Schwaben

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Michael Link

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Jun 3, 1996, 3:00:00 AM6/3/96
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Tja, und fuer alle Dialekt-Fans hier nochmal die
ultimative Portion Schwaebisch im Zwei-Kanal-Ton:

<das 2. und letzte 'crossposting', dessen ich mich
schuldig mache.... :-)) >

* Originally from: Rafael Aponte (22 Apr 95 12:19) in area DSN.RIBO-L
* Originally to: All
* Original subject: Lied der Schwaben
* Forwarded by: Michael Link using Yuppie v2.12

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For all those who have written to me who have lived in or around Schwaben (or
even just for those who enjoy Swabian humor), I am posting this poem about my
old stomping grounds. It can be found on postcards in the Stuttgart area,
though I came across it in Bob Larson's "Your Swabian Neighbors" (Stuttgart,
Schwaben International Verlag, 1981). The poem is by an anonymous author; the
translation is Bob Larson's. (Profanity altered for those who might be
offended.)

LIED DER SCHWABEN
Kennst Du das Land wo jeder lacht,
wo man aus Leber Spaetzle macht,
wo jeder zweite Fritzle heisst,
wo man noch ueber Balkon sch**sst,
wo jede Bank ein Baenkle ist
und jeder Zug ein Zuegle,
wo man den Zwiebelkuchen frisst
und Moscht sauft aus dem Kruegle,
wo ,,daube Sau'', ,,Leck mich am *rsch''
in keinem Satz darf fehlen,
wo sich die Menchen pausenlos
mit ihrer Arbeit quaelen,
wo jeder auf sein Haeusle spart
hat er auch nichts zu kauen
und wenn er 40, 50 ist
dann faengt er an zu bauen!
Doch wenn er endlich fertig ist
schnappt ihm das *rschl*ch zu!
O Schwabenland, gelobtes Land
wie wunderbar bist Du.

THE SONG OF THE SWABIANS
Do know the land where laughter reigns
Where Spaetzle are made of liver and no one complains
Where Fritzle is the name for kids that fits
Where logs are still used for taking sh*ts
Where Baenkle is the word for bench
And every train a Zuegle
Where onion cake gives off a stench
And cider comes in Kruegle
Where "stupid sow" and "kiss my *ss"
Are said with every breath
Where every single soul, alas,
Just works himself to death.
The Schwob will pinch the Pfennigs hard
And starve just to be thrifty
To build a small house in his yard
But break the ground at fifty.
The job once done, he rests his hand
His *ssh*le closes tight
O Swabia, the Promised Land
You're really out of sight.

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F〉 Risiken und Nebenwirkungen hauen sie ihren Arzt oder
verarschen ihren Apotheker..

Michael

* Origin: Palaeont.Inst.Dependance Bamberg (49:860/500.100)

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