Rollicking Hans.
By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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.