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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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IN THE CHAMPAGNE COUNTRY.

The Prussian officer, I hear,
Is very good at lager beer,
But, when he goes for sweet champagne,
It makes him fuzzy in the brain.

That's why, when he had had his glut,
Having absorbed it by the butt,
Our fellows found him, where he lay
Blind as a corpse in Épernay.

And when at last, a little pale,
He woke inside the prisoners' gaol,
He still recalled that vintage-brand,
And murmured, "Hic! Der Vaterland!"

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