Wuss that I am,
this time I won't bother with the ha ha ha's and the little asides.

SONG OF MEPHISTOPHELES IN AUERBACH'S CELLAR,
FROM GOETHE'S FAUST.

English by M. C. H. Collet.

There lived a king of old time,
Who kept a monstrous flea.
And had it been his own son,
No dearer could he be.

The king, he called his tailor,
And thus he gave the word:
"Now cut me hose and tunic
For this great Prussian lord."

A robe of silken velvet,
Exceeding rare, was brought,
The flea was dressed and given
Chancellor's rank at court.

He had a cross of honour,
And wore a golden star,
And all the other fleas came
To court from near and far.

And all the lords and ladies,
And all the squires and knights,
The Queen and all her maidens
Were itching from the bites.

They durst not lift a finger,
They durst not even scratch;
Such pests who worry us, though,
We crack with quick dispatch!

-- Music printed by permission of W. Bessel & Co., Paris.
Distributor: J. and W. Chester, London. 1923.

Gives the lyric in three languages:
Russian, French, and English.