Classic Poem

Es blasen die blauen Husaren

The blue Hussars go bugling
Out of the town and away;
I come to you now, my sweetheart,
Bringing a rose bouquet.

That was a mad, wild uproar;
Crowding in every part!
But there was a place for many,
Even in your small heart.

And if you should scold I will not curse,
'Twill be a matter of course, dear;
But ah, should you disdain my verse,
I'll get me a divorce, dear.