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Updated: May 17, 2025

You can't SING "Above wonderfully there," because it simply won't go to the tune, without damaging the singer; but it is a most clingingly exact translation of DORT OBEN WUNDERBAR fits it like a blister. Mr. Garnham's reproduction has other merits a hundred of them but it is not necessary to point them out. They will be detected. No one with a specialty can hope to have a monopoly of it.

Mark Twain - A Tramp Abroad

And as they fly they sing a wistful little waltz song, a sort of cradle song: "Ich glau-u-be... Ich glau-u-be Da oben fliegt... 'ne Taube..." They are thinking, so the song runs, that there is a Taube overhead; it has flown here out of its German nest, and let's hope it will not let anything fall on them.

Arthur Ruhl - Antwerp to Gallipoli: A Year of the War on Many Fronts—and Behind Them

Denn Spinnen werden oben ein Wohl gar noch meine Mörder seyn.” This poem is a rather successful bit of ridicule cast on the over-sentimental who sought to follow Yorick’s foot-prints. The other allusions to Sterne are concerned with his hobby-horse idea, for this seems to gain the poet’s approbation and to have no share in his censure.

Harvey W. (Harvey Waterman) Hewett-Thayer - Laurence Sterne in Germany: A Contribution to the Study of the Literary Relations of: England and Germany in the Eighteenth Century

You can't SING "Above wonderfully there," because it simply won't go to the tune, without damaging the singer; but it is a most clingingly exact translation of DORT OBEN WUNDERBAR fits it like a blister. Mr. Garnham's reproduction has other merits a hundred of them but it is not necessary to point them out. They will be detected. No one with a specialty can hope to have a monopoly of it.

Mark Twain - A Tramp Abroad — Volume 03

The illusion is perfect, and the audience is enchanted that ride through the velvet night, so still, so quaint, so roguish in its way, and the flash far below, that has flung some unsuspecting citizen on the cobblestones like a bundle of old rags. And, whirring gently, the Taube sails on through the night: 'Ich glaube.. Da oben fliegt Ich glaube.. 'ne Taube'

Arthur Ruhl - Antwerp to Gallipoli: A Year of the War on Many Fronts—and Behind Them

"Endlich darf das Herz sich regen, Sich die Zunge frei bewegen, Alle Fesseln sind eutzwei. Ach, da Alles schier zerstoben, Kam der Retterarm from oben, Neugeboren sind wir, fred!" "Tag der Freiheit, Tag der Wonne! Bruder, seht! es tanzt die Sonne, Wie am ersten Ostertag! Todte sprengen ihre Grufte, Und durch Berg und Thai und Klufte Hallt ein freudig Jauchzen nach!"

L. (Luise) Mühlbach - Napoleon and Blucher