. The book of ballads . > ^W. The St tide] it of J< Once—twas -when I lived at Jena— At a Wirthshaus door I sat;And in pensive contemplation Ate the sausage thick and fat;Ate the kraut that never sourer Tasted to my lips than here ;Smoked my pipe of strong canaster, Sipped my fifteenth jug of beer;Gazed upon the glancing river, Gazed upon the tranquil pool, ^^

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