Stand high for grand Duchy,
Fight for King, and ne’er abate!
I am the very model of,
A petty German potentate.
Marching ‘cross yon battlefield,
Exchanging volleys ‘o lead.
Through fire we go, ne’er to yield,
Fighting for Duchy ‘till dead!
'Top our mighty steeds ‘o white,
With saber’s we go slashing.
Foe run when we come to fight.
Round the field we go a-dashing!
Stand high for grand Duchy,
Fight for King, and ne’er abate!
I am the very model of,
A petty German potentate.
Bombing forts with well aimed shot,
Or whiffing foe with bags of grape.
Through whole campaigns we have fought,
Though hard, we always escape.
Confident we always are,
To fight and die for Royal King.
Where fight is thick, we’re ne’er far,
Through trials we come out winning!
Stand high for grand Duchy,
Fight for King, and ne’er abate!
I am the very model of,
A petty German potentate.
Norris, please drop Herr Bauer a note at
bloggerator@gmail.com with your address so that your wreath may be sent you post haste!