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Language: German (Deutsch)

Des Morgens zwischen drein und vieren,
Da müssen wir Soldaten marschieren
Das Gäßlein auf und ab;
Tralali, Tralalei, Tralala,
Mein Schätzel sieht herab.

"Ach Bruder jetzt bin ich geschossen,
Die Kugel hat mich schwer getroffen,
Trag mich in mein Quartier,
Tralali, Tralalei, Tralala,
Es ist nicht weit von hier."

"Ach Bruder, ich kann dich nicht tragen,
Die Feinde haben uns geschlagen,
Helf dir der liebe Gott;
Tralali, Tralalei, Tralala,
Ich muß marschieren bis in Tod."

"Ach, Brüder! ihr geht ja an mir vorüber,
Als wär's mit mir vorbei,
[Ihr Lumpenfeind seid da;]1
Tralali, Tralalei, Tralala,
Ihr tretet mir zu nah.

Ich muß wohl meine Trommel rühren,
Sonst werde ich mich [ganz]1 verlieren;
Die Brüder dick gesät,
[Tralali, Tralalei, Tralala,]1
Sie liegen wie gemäht."

Er schlägt die Trommel auf und nieder, rührt
Er wecket seine stillen Brüder,
Sie schlagen ihren Feind,
Tralali, Tralalei, Tralala,
Ein Schrecken schlägt den Feind.

Er schlägt die Trommel auf und nieder,
Da sind sie vor dem Nachtquartier schon wieder,
Ins Gäßlein hell hinaus,
Tralali, Tralalei, Tralala,
Sie ziehn vor Schätzleins Haus.

Des Morgen stehen da die Gebeine
In Reih und Glied sie stehn wie Leichensteine,
Die Trommel steht voran,
Tralali, Tralalei, Tralala,
Daß sie ihn sehen kann.

Translation(s): ENG FRE HEB ITA SPA

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Submitted by Jakob Kellner


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Jakob Kellner) , title 1: "Reveille", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Elena María Accinelli) , title 1: "Toque de Diana", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , title 1: "Sveglia", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Réveil", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • HEB Hebrew (עברית) (Ehud Shapiro) , title 1: "תרועת השכמה", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:25
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Word count: 201

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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

In the morning between three and four,
we soldiers have to march,
the alley up and down;
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
My darling looks down.

"Oh brother, now I'm shot,
the bullet has hit me badly,
carry me to my quarters,
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
they are not far from here."

"Oh brother, I cannot carry you,
the enemies have beaten us,
may god help you;
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
I have to march unto death."

"Oh brothers, you pass by me,
as if it were all over with me!
The enemy, the scoundrel, is here
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
you offend me.

I will well play my drum
or else I will lose myself completely.
The brothers, plentiful sowed 
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
they lie as if they've been mowed."

He plays the drum up and down,
he wakes his silent brothers,
they beat their enemy,
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
a terror beats the enemy.

He plays the drum up and down,
there they are in the night-quarters again,
into the alley.
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
they march to darling's house.

In the morning there stand the bones,
in rank and file like tombstones.
The drum stands in front
tralali, tralalei, tralala,
so that she can see him.

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Word count: 202