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Sechs volkstümliche Lieder für Männerchor

Song Cycle by Johannes Feyhl (1833 - 1905)

1. Betrogene Lieb

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Mei' Schätzle ist protzig
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2. Rote Bäckle, blaue Äugle

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Rote Bäckle, blaue Äugle
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3. Wie's oft kommt

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Es jaget zwei Jäger
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4. Heimweh

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Schau zum Berg hinauf
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5. Die Liebe  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Mein Mädel hat Aeuglein, so schwarz wie die Kohlen,
Mit den hat die Diebin das Herz mir gestohlen.
Jetzt hat sie mein Herze und ich ihre Augen,
Und Herze und Augen, die tun z'sammen taugen!

Der Herrgott im Himmel, der giebt uns den Segen,
Er hat seine Freud' dran, dass wir uns mögen.
Die Lieb kommt vom Himmel, man kann nichts dafür,
Wenn Lieb nicht auf Erden, wo wären denn wir.

Und ruft mich der Tod ab, so gehe ich mit,
Doch merke, mein Schätzchen, ich hätt' noch a Bitt':
Geh, pflanz mir auf's Gräble a Blümle, ich bitt',
Dann bet' ein Vaterunser, doch weinen darfst nit.

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

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Love", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]

6. s' Lindewirts Rösle, die hat mir's angethan

Language: German (Deutsch) 
s' Lindewirts Rösle, die hat mir's angethan
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Total word count: 107
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