This is the thrilling tale
of a man so long ago
that by his hand, he killed a man
and went away to war.
This man, he was Hungarian
A heavy drinker, too
Always left a trail of scotch and ale
And his breath smelled like a zoo.
At the ripe ol' age of forty
old Karl Manowitz
did take a flight, out from the night
cause his mind was on the fritz.
He drank to his contentment
and then he drank some more
Then he threw some darts and played some cards
Because he was a-bored.
But there also was a scoundrel
a cheat at playing cards
Karl got so mad, and soon he had
a drunk rage at the bar.
The two than fought each other
till they both ran out of breath
Then Karl done, and grabbed a gun
and shot the man to death
He studdered and he stumbled
from the pub into the night
but he would not get far and soon he saw
town watch's searing light.
And soon he was convicted
As the sentence, it was read
And then the judge, he did not budge
As Karl expected to be dead .
“This court, it finds you guilty
Of the crime mentioned before
And so you are done, your race is run,
You are on your way to war.
For the empire is desperate
It’s attacked by Bonaparte
And so our men, and you with them,
Will give life, soul, and heart.
And so then we are now finished,
And I bid you all adieu,
And so to France, you must advance
May God watch over you.”
And so off he went and later
He had everything prepared
And then he went, to the regiment
Yet he was never scared
His general was noble,
His name was Karl Mack
His hair was gray, or so they say
And said he had their back.
And so they started marching
From their base in Prague
He walked for miles, despite denials
he smells the rotten frog.
And soon Mack saw before him
The emperor of the French
They met at Ulm, they know that soon
One falls down in the trench.
The French troops came toward them
The battle had begun
They aimed and fired and some retired
For glory they had none.
The battle then ensued,
Ball crashed into the flank
He looked at right and saw them fight
But the men, they soon broke ranks
As his allies routed
Those from his regiment
They ran in shame, but they can’t be blamed
Because their grave they would be sent.
But Karl remained to fight them
Despite the crazy chance
that the French imposed, that he opposed
as they continued to advance
Then a shot came from a musket
And landed in his chest
He kneeled and fell, they lost and well,
I assume you know the rest.
Do it now.
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