For
the crooked Adonis I hunted in vain
Who hawked with shouts and sallies
His porcelain cups and bedroom ware
In Hamburg's streets and alleys.
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I
have no notion whether to-day
Alive or dead little Meyer is;
I missed him, but I quite forgot
At Cornet's to make inquiries.
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Campe
has lost his faithful dog.
All his authors together, as far as
His personal grief was concerned, might have died
Less mourned than his poodle Sarras.
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From
time immemorial Christians and Jews |
Have peopled Hamburg city.
The former are rather a niggardly race:
'Tis little they give for pity.
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And
yet they are not so very bad—
They keep an excellent table;
They are also prompt in meeting their bills—
When they've run them as long as they're able.
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The
Jews are divided against themselves;
Each party's the only true one.
The old one sticks to the Synagogue,
Round the Temple rallies the new one.
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They
of the new school eat their pork,
And rebel against customs pious;
They are democrats, while the old school shows
An aristocratic bias.
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I
love the old, I love the new,
The fossilized and the flighty;
Yet to both I prefer a smoke-cured sprat,
I swear it by God Almighty!
