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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Art And Politics</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Good servant Mollberg, what's happened to thee,<br>Whom without coat and hatless I see?<br>Bloody thy mouth--and thou'rt lacking a tooth!<br>Where have you been, brother?--tell me the truth.'<br>'At Rostock, good sir,<br>Did the trouble occur.<br>Over me and my harp<br>An argument sharp<br>Arose, touching my playing--pling plingeli plang;<br>And a bow-legged cobbler coming along<br>Struck me in the mouth--pling plingeli plang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I sat there and played--no carouse could one see--<br>The Polish Queen's Polka--G-major the key:<br>The best kind of people were gathered around,<br>And each drank his schoppen 'down to the ground.'<br>I don't know just how<br>Began freshly the row,<br>But some one from my head<br>Knocked my hat, and thus said:<br>'What is Poland to thee?'--Pling plingeli plang--<br>'Play us no polka!' Another one sang:<br>'Now silent be!'--Pling plingeli plang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hear, my Maecenas, what still came to pass.<br>As I sat there in quiet, enjoying my glass,<br>On Poland's condition the silence I broke:<br>'Know ye, good people,' aloud thus I spoke,<br>'That all monarchs I<br>On this earth do defy<br>My harp to prevent<br>From giving song vent<br>Throughout all this land--pling plingeli plang!<br>Did only a single string to it hang,<br>I'd play a polka--pling plingeli plang!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There sat in the corner a sergeant old,<br>Two notaries and a dragoon bold,<br>Who cried 'Down with him! The cobbler is right!<br>Poland earns the meeds of her evil might!'<br>From behind the stove came<br>An old squint-eyed dame,<br>And flung at the harp<br>Glass broken and sharp;<br>But the cobbler--pling plingeli plang--<br>Made a terrible hole in my neck--that long!<br>There hast thou the story--pling plingeli plang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O righteous world! Now I ask of thee<br>If I suffered not wrongly?' 'Why, certainly!'<br>'Was I not innocent?' 'Bless you, most sure!'<br>'The harp rent asunder, my nose torn and sore,<br>Twas hard treatment, I trow!<br>Now no better I know<br>Than to go through the land<br>With my harp in my hand,<br>Play for Bacchus and Venus--kling klang--<br>With masters best that e'er played or sang;<br>Attend me, Apollo!--pling plingeli plang.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carl+Michael+Bellman">Carl Michael Bellman</a><div class=q>
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Whom without coat and hatless I see?
Bloody thy mouth--and thou'rt lacking a tooth!
Where have you been, brother?--tell me the truth.'
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Did the trouble occur.
Over me and my ha..."></div>
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