I must tell you these words, these blurbs I must tell you these words, these blurbs
You will want to step back, you want to, And you will not know what to say
"Hallo, there! Come out, you buck! Tailor, Tailor, muck! Muck! Muck!" Buck could bear all sorts of jeering, Jibes and jokes in silence hearing, But this insult roused such anger, Nature couldn't stand it longer Wild with fury, up he started, With his yard-stick out he darted
For once more that frightful jeer, "Muck! Muck! Muck!" rang loud and clear On the bridge one leap he makes Crash! Beneath his weight
Look now at the empty head He is for mischief always ready Teasing creatures, climbing fences Stealing apples, pears and quinces
Fizz! Whiz! Boom! The pipe is burst Almost shattered into dust Coffee-pot and water-jug, Snuff-box, ink-stand, tumbler, mug Table, stove, and easy chair, All are flying through the air In a lightning powder flash With a most tremendous crash
When the smoke cloud lifts and clears Lämpel on his back appears God be praised! Still breathing there, Only somewhat worse for wear
You will want to step back, you want to, And you will not know what to say
Through the place in short there went One wide murmur of content "God be praised the town is free, From this great rascality"
Through the place in short there went One wide murmur of content "God be praised the town is free, From this great rascality"
In the village not a word, Not a sign of grief, was heard Widow Tibbett's speaking low, Said "I thought it would be so!"