by
Rudolph Baumbach (1840 - 1905)
Verloren hab' ich all mein Geld
Language: German (Deutsch)
Verloren hab' ich all mein Geld,
Mein Gut ist gar zerronnen.
Mein Truchsess ist das Rübenfeld,
Mein Schenk der Röhrenbronnen.
Wer hat gebaut zu meiner Pein
Das Wirthshaus an den Strassenrain?
Du goldner Leu im Schilde,
Du schaust mich an so milde.
Wirthstöchterlein im Thore stand
Und thät mir freundlich winken.
An ihrem braunen Gürtelband
Drei Schlüssel sah ich blinken.
Der erste führt zum Küchenschrank,
Der zweite führt zum Lautertrank,
Der dritte, winzig kleine
Zu ihrem Kämmerleine.
Und als ich sang ein Lied zum Gruss,
Erklang der erste Schlüssel.
Hei fettes Schinkenbein im Muss,
Wie lachst du in der Schüssel.
Ein zweites Stücklein hob ich an,
Ein zweites Schloss ward aufgethan.
Was trug sie aus dem Keller?
Ein Krüglein Muskateller.
Wer hat denn dieses Lied erdacht?
Ein Spielmann ist's gewesen,
Der ist in einer einz'gen Nacht
Von aller Noth genesen.
(Ob er ein drittes Liedlein sang,
Ob ihm der dritte Schlüssel klang --
Wollt' einer ihn drum fragen,
Er thät es doch nicht sagen.
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Confirmed with Rudolf Baumbach, Spielmannslieder, Leipzig: Verlag von A. G. Liebeskind, 1883, pages 21-22.
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Word count: 170
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
I have lost all my money,
My estate has utterly vanished.
My seneschal is the turnip field,
My butler the tubular well.
Who built the tavern on
The marge of the road to my torment?
You golden lion in the sign,
You gaze upon me so serenely.
The innkeeper's daughter stood in the gateway
And waved to me in a friendly manner.
On her brown waistband
I saw three keys a-sparkling.
The first one leads to the kitchen cupboard,
The second leads to the wine cellar,
The third, tiny little one,
To her small chamber.
And as I sang a song in greeting,
The first key jingled.
Hey, juicy pork hock surrounded by sauce,
How you laugh up at me from the bowl!
I lifted out a second piece of pork,
A second lock was opened.
What did she carry up from the cellar?
A jug of muscatel wine.
Who thought up this song?
It was a musician,
Who in a single night
Recovered from all suffering.
If he sang a third song,
If the third key jingled for him --
If someone were to ask him about that,
He would not tell.
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