Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Germany: Vols. XVII–XVIII. 1876–79.
Fredericus Rex
By Wilhelm Hüring (Willibald Alexis) (17981871)F
To all of his soldiers “To arms!” gave the word;
“Two hundred battalions, a thousand squadrons here!”
And he gave sixty cartridges to each grenadier.
“Look that each of you stands for me in battle like a man.
They ’re grudging Silesia and Glatz to me,
And the hundred millions in my treasury.
And raised the Roman kingdom against me, I find;
The Russians my territories do invade,
Up, and show ’em of what stuff we Prussians are made.
And Major-General Ziethen, are all ready quite.
By the thunders and lightnings of battle, I vow,
They don’t know Fritz and his soldiers now.
Not straight to its mark every bullet flies;
For if all the bullets should kill all the men,
From whence should we kings get our soldiers then?
A much larger wound doth the cannon-ball dole;
The bullets are all of iron and lead,
Yet many a bullet misses many a head.
Not one of the Prussians to the foe hath hied;
The Swedes they have cursed bad money, I trow;
If the Austrians have better, who can know?
We get it, stock and stiver, every week, if we please;
By the thunders and the lightnings of battle, I say,
Who gets like the Prussian so promptly his pay?”
Hadst thou but now and then let us plunder some place,
Fredericus, my hero, I verily say,
We ’d drive for thee the devil from the world away.