Down Where The Wurzburger Flows
Words By Vincent Bryan
Music by Harry Von Tilzer Photo on cover of Edwards and Ronney Harry Von Tilzer Music Pub. Co.
42 W. 28th Street
New York City
Now poets may sing of dear Fatherland And the soft flowing dreamy old Rhine Beside the Blue Danube in fancy they stand And they rave it's beauties divine But there is a spot where the sun never shines Where mirth and good fellowship reign For dear old Bohemia my lonely heart pines And I long to be there once again. Second Verse
The Rhine by moonlight's a beautiful sight, When the wind whispers low thro' the vines But give me some good old Rathskellar at night Where the brilliant electric light shines The poets may think it's delightful to hear The nightingale piping his lay Give me a piano a cold stein of beer And a fellow who knows how to play. Chorus
Take me down, down, down where the Wurzburger flows, flows, flows It goes down, down, down bu nobody knows where it goes Just order two seidels of lager, or three If I don't want to drink it, please forceit me, The Rhine may be fine but a cold stein for mine, Down where the Wurzburger flows. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG