A humorous song from 1873
Words and music by Septimus Winner
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Benjamin R. Tubb:
Lyrics
- Now I want to go and tell you
How to make good sour-krout
So if listen mit your ears
I’ll tell you around aboud id,
It’s not made of leather
As some folks supposes,
But its made from dem flow’rs
What is called cabbage roses.
Chorus
Sour-Krout is bully,
I tell you it is fine
So help me lieber gracious
I can eat him all de time
Sour-Krout is bully
Sour-Krout is fine
I can tell you lieber gracious
I can eat him all de time.
- Ven de cabbage is a growin
Just so nice as nice can be
We pull dem out and chop dem up
Not bigger as a pea,
We put dem in a tub
And stomp dem mit our feet,
Und we stomp, stomp, and stomp,
For to make dem nice und schweet - So den we put in plenty salk
But don’t use no snuff,
We don’t use no skyum pepper
Nor any of dat stuff;
We put dem down the cellar
Till he begins to smell,
So help me lieber gracious
Us Dutchmans like him well - So when he schmells like dunder
Und can’t schmell no schemeller,
We go down by dat tub
What we leave down dat cellar;
We put some in a kettle
Mi speck und let dem bille,
So help me you can shmell em
For fifty thousand miles
Sung here by Vancha March: