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Da streiten sich die Leut' herum Oft um den Wert des Glücks, Der eine heißt den andern dumm, Am End' weiß keiner nix. Da ist der allerarmste Mann Dem andern viel zu reich: Das Schicksal setzt den Hobel an Und hobelt alles Gleich ! Die Jugend will stets mit Gewalt In allem glücklich sein, Doch wird man nur ein wenig alt, Da gibt man sich schon drein. Oft zankt mein Weib mit mir, o Graus! Das bringt mich nicht in Wut; Da klopf ich meinen Hobel aus Und denk: du brummst mir gut ! Zeigt sich der Tod einst, mit Verlaub, Und zupft mich: Brüderl kumm ! Da stell ich mich ein wenig taub Und schau mich gar nicht um. Doch sagt er: "Lieber Valentin, Mach keine Umständ, geh!" So leg ich meinen Hobel hin Und sag der Welt ade !
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Text Authorship:
- by Ferdinand Raimund, né Ferdinand Jakob Raimann (1790 - 1836), "Hobellied" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Hermann Beyer , "Vor dem Friedensrichter", op. 14, published 1893 [ TTB trio and piano ], Leipzig, Bosse [sung text not yet checked]
- by Conradin Kreutzer (1780 - 1849), "Hobellied aus dem Verschwender", published 1889 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Ferdinand Raimund, né Ferdinand Jakob Raimann (1790 - 1836), "Hobellied", 1834, from his Zaubermärchen, Der Verschwender [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English [singable] (Walter A. Aue) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-02-21
Line count: 24
Word count: 137
The people quarrel to no end about what's happiness, call stupid one another and keep knowing less and less. The man in abject poverty is far too rich for some: But fate will take its plane and free- ly level everyone. The young ones want their luck to last forever and a time, but once their early years have passed they're likely to resign. My wife - oh dread! - will scold and nag, but I won't get upset: some shavings off my plane I snag and reckon: that's for that. When Death will call, as well He may, and say, "Come underground!", a stone-deaf mule I'm gonna play that does not turn around. But when He says, "Dear Valentin, don't fuss: it's time to die!", then I'll set down my plane serene and bid the world good-bye.
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Translation of title "Hobellied = "The planing song"Text Authorship:
- Singable translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2010 by Walter A. Aue, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Ferdinand Raimund, né Ferdinand Jakob Raimann (1790 - 1836), "Hobellied"
This text was added to the website: 2010-03-26
Line count: 24
Word count: 136