Herren-Moral und Sklaven-Moral
Where is its beginning, where its end ?
In two days you couldn't walk it round.
Flat the rye lies, but not felled by wind-
Machines had mixed it with the clayey ground.
Dear old native field
With lucid air!
Bosom of the earth with sweet soaked through !
Only stars and rainbows still stay here
Since the vandals from the field withdrew.
Now we stand with coats flung open...
Never mind ! Chin upwards, lads !
Time will come, we'll all get back to ploughing -
Not in vain we learned it from our dads !
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