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1894

Der Fuhrmann

Ludwig Thoma

Hansel, spann aus, i bleib! Wirt, grüaß di Good! Schütt d' Roß an Habern vor Und aa'r a Gsood!

Kellnerin, bringst a Maß, Bring ma's glei raus! Heunt bleib i über d' Nacht, Kennst di schon aus!

Balst a weng freundli waarst, Kunnst mi vaführn. Morg'n fahr' i wieda furt, Mogst as probiern?

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