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Updated: May 18, 2025
'Tra-ra, ta-ta, tra-ra, tra-ra, sang Margarita. 'The wild boar lay a-grunting, A-grunting, tra-ra. 'A maiden's true and proper ornament! Look at mine, child! I have worn it fifty years. May I deserve to wear it till I am called! O Margarita! trifle not with that symbol. "O birdie, and boar, and deer, lie tame!" I am so happy, aunty. 'Nice times to be happy in, Margarita.
the owner of the truncheon awoke to these reviving tones, and uttered a faint responsive 'Tra-ra! 'Hark again! said Farina, in reply to the commendation of the Goshawk, whose face was dimpled over with the harmony. The wild boar lay a-grunting, A-grunting, tra-ra! And, boom! comes the Kaiser to hunt up me? Or, queak! the small birdie that hops on the tree? Tra-ra!
The Kaiser went a-hunting, A-hunting, tra-ra: With his bugle-horn at springing morn, The Kaiser trampled bud and thorn: Tra-ra! And the dew shakes green as the horsemen rear, And a thousand feathers they flutter with fear; And a pang drives quick to the heart of the deer; For the Kaiser's out a-hunting, Tra-ra! Ta, ta, ta, ta, Tra-ra, tra-ra, Ta-ta, tra-ra, tra-ra!
the owner of the truncheon awoke to these reviving tones, and uttered a faint responsive 'Tra-ra! 'Hark again! said Farina, in reply to the commendation of the Goshawk, whose face was dimpled over with the harmony. The wild boar lay a-grunting, A-grunting, tra-ra! And, boom! comes the Kaiser to hunt up me? Or, queak! the small birdie that hops on the tree? Tra-ra!
'Tra-ra, ta-ta, tra-ra, tra-ra, sang Margarita. 'The wild boar lay a-grunting, A-grunting, tra-ra. 'A maiden's true and proper ornament! Look at mine, child! I have worn it fifty years. May I deserve to wear it till I am called! O Margarita! trifle not with that symbol. "O birdie, and boar, and deer, lie tame!" I am so happy, aunty. 'Nice times to be happy in, Margarita.
O birdie, and boar, and deer, lie tame! For a maiden in bloom, or a full-blown dame, Are the daintiest prey, and the windingest game, When Kaisers go a-hunting, Tra-ra! Ha, ha, ha, ha, Tra-ra, tra-ra, Ha-ha, tra-ra, tra-ra! The voices held long on the last note, and let it die in a forest cadence. ''Fore Gad! well done. Hurrah! Tra-ra, ha-ha, tra-ra!
O birdie, and boar, and deer, lie tame! For a maiden in bloom, or a full-blown dame, Are the daintiest prey, and the windingest game, When Kaisers go a-hunting, Tra-ra! Ha, ha, ha, ha, Tra-ra, tra-ra, Ha-ha, tra-ra, tra-ra! The voices held long on the last note, and let it die in a forest cadence. ''Fore Gad! well done. Hurrah! Tra-ra, ha-ha, tra-ra!
The Kaiser went a-hunting, A-hunting, tra-ra: With his bugle-horn at springing morn, The Kaiser trampled bud and thorn: Tra-ra! And the dew shakes green as the horsemen rear, And a thousand feathers they flutter with fear; And a pang drives quick to the heart of the deer; For the Kaiser's out a-hunting, Tra-ra! Ta, ta, ta, ta, Tra-ra, tra-ra, Ta-ta, tra-ra, tra-ra!
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