A sleepy parrot, looking like a bundle of rumpled green feathers,
squatted on its perch in a cage behind the master's desk, occasionally
emitting a loud squawk as though protesting against this intrusion on
its privacy.
When their wine had warmed them our soldier-hosts sang and sang,
unendingly. They had been on the march all day, and next day would
probably march half the day and fight the other half, for the French and
English were just ahead; but now they sprawled over the school benches
and drummed on the boards with their fists and feet, and sang at the
tops of their voices. They sang their favorite marching songs--Die
Wacht am Rhein, of course; and Deutschland, Deutschland, Uber Alles!
which has a fine, sonorous cathedral swing to it; and God Save the
King!--with different words to the air, be it said; and Haltet Aus!
Also, for variety, they sang Tannenbaum--with the same tune as Maryland,
My Maryland!--and Heil dir im Sieges-kranz; and snatches from various
operas.
When one of us asked for Heine's Lorelei they sang not one verse of it,
or two, but twenty or more; and then, by way of compliment to the guests
of the evening, they reared upon their feet and gave us The Star
Spangled Banner, to German words.
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