By the banks of Pharaoh’s Nile
Pharaoh saw this folk, and said:
“I’ll torment the lazy blighters,
These people shall make bricks for me.”
The Jew did this all wailing and whining,
Never was there such cursing and swearing,
With bent backs and over-big slippers.
Even today we see them shambling
With lip hanging down and great red noses
And looking daggers, flashing hate.
They owe Pharaoh thanks,
Who trounced them soundly for their pranks.
The Jews soon had enough of that!
The Devil brought them to Germany.
Like thieves they stole into our land
Hoping to get the upper hand.

But the Germans — they stand foursquare.
Look, children, and the two compare,
The German and the Jew.
Take a good look at the two
In the picture drawn for you.
A joke — you think it is only that?
Easy to guess which is which, I say:
The German stands up, the Jew gives way.
The German is a proud young man,
Able to work and able to fight.
Because he is a fine big chap,
For danger does not care a rap,
The Jew has always hated him!
Here is the Jew, as all can see,
Biggest ruffian in our country;
He thinks himself the greatest beau
And yet is the ugliest, you know!

The Eternal Jew

From the start the Jew has been
A murderer, said Jesus Christ.
And as Our Lord died on the cross
God the Father knew no other race
To torment His Son to death,
He chose the Jews for this.
That is why the Jews now claim
To be the chosen people.
When Christ the burden of the cross
Too heavy found, He sought to rest
One moment ‘gainst a door.
But from the house a Jew came out
Cursed Him and upbraided Him,
Telling Him to move on further.
For ‘twas a Jew that owned that house.
It was the Jew Ahasuerus.............
Since then that Jew has borne a curse.
Two thousand years he has sought rest,
That wretched Jew Ahasuerus,
The curse has passed to all his race,
Restless he wanders far and wide,
One land to another.
He has no home to call his own,
The alien Jew, that scurvy knave.
His nomad soul finds nowhere rest,
Everywhere he’s just a pest.
Four centuries have come and gone,
Ahasuerus crops up everywhere
Now in Hamburg, next Berlin,
In Denmark and in Danzig too.
Dresden, Paris have seen that Jew.
Believe me, children, it is quite clear,
Ahasuerus haunts us still
Under the skin of every Jew.
Now, children, keep a good look out
Whenever you see a Jew about.
The Jew creeps round, a regular fox,
Keep your eyes open, or you’ll be on the rocks.

Jewish Names

So that the Jew you shan’t recognize
His name turns up in other guise.
Herr Nathan calls himself Jonathan,
While Levin becomes Levinson.
Abraham loses two of his “a’s’
And now his name reads simply Brahm--
Others are even more cunning still!
They drop their foreign names at once
And you will find high-sounding names,
Bluehdorn and Siegenreich,
And Veilchenblau and Loewenstein
And Rosenstolz and Rosenhayn
And Lindenstein and Blumenfeld.
The Jew goes even further still--
He chooses names of animals.
He calls himself Katz, Hirsch or Strauss.
Others there are, who dub themselves
Fischbein, Herz, and Mond and Stern,
And Dreifuss, Block and Fels and Stein
And Schloss and Grossmann and Klein, too.
More modest still are those Jews
Who call themselves by the name of Blum.
The Rabbi, he is very wise:
He calls himself Markus Ehrenpreis!
And a Baron named Rothschild
Even calls his daughter Kriemhild.

Once a Jew, always a Jew

Jew Itzig had a brainwave:
“I know what, I’ll be baptized.”
These stupid folk will surely say:
“Look, there goes a Christian man.”
Itzig Iphraim one fine day
Called on the local village priest,
Asked to be sprinkled from the font.
The priest was all agog to please him.
“Hear my words, Jew Iphraim,” he said,
“Thee I baptize: Gotthilf Joachim
Fridericus Christian Itzig.
Now hear what I say:
Once a Jew, now a Christian you are,
And obedience is required of you.
Promise never to forget
To eat no meat on Friday,
For that would be a sin
Hardly to be pardoned!”
When next Friday he came to see
Our Itzig in great glee
Was making short work of a goose.
“Itzig, my man, what does that mean?”
Cries reverend father in furious spleen.
“You ought to know that on your plate
There should be no meat today!
Strict penance you must pay for this!”
The sinner said: “ei waich ei waich!
Why make such trouble all at once?
What you upon my plate do see,
It is no goose: It’s just a fish!
I bought myself a goosie-gander,
Bethought myself to christen it!”
On this fried morsel I pronounced:
“You were a goose, now you are a fish!”
Now children, on the other page
The Jew you’ll see. Can you believe
Since baptism he’s really changed
Five pails of water o’er his head
Makes no changes in his heart.
One thing always keep in view,
Once a Jew, always a Jew!!

The Cattle Jew

Most revolting in a Jew
Is his peculiar greed for gold.
Always with him is first in mind
By hook or crook a deal to find.
There was once a Jew called Kohn
With 100,000 talers all his own
From cutting offers to the bone.
Greed of gold had sullied his soul.
Came a farmer in greatest need,
Cows and pigs he offered the Jew
For 120 Gulden new
To free himself from binding debt.
The Jew, however, was not ashamed
To pay him half the price he named.
Away went cattle with grinning Jew,
The farmer was heartbroken, too.
Misfortune dogs him more and more;
In Jewish hands there’s death in store.
So listen, you people, wherever you are:
“Don’t trust a fox on the greensward
And never a Jew on his plighted word!”

The Sabbath

Jew Ikey comes on Friday home.
A perfect gentleman he seems;
A week of swindling stupid “goys”
And telling lies bring Sabbath joys.
He rattles with his money bag,
Cries: “Becky, woman, look at that!”
Then he takes his roll of prayer
And then he mumbles to and fro
Yiddish praises to Jehovah.
(Oh boy! What fun!)
Along he goes to water tap
For Sabbath joys demand a wash.
But there he does not scrape too hard;
The rest can stay for years and years.
Now see him when the Sabbath comes,
Resplendant in a tall top-hat!
Velvet and silk adorn her form,
For that is quite her special taste!
On Sabbath he won’t move a finger;
The stupid “goy” does all the work!
And even to put out the light
He calls the “goy” to do the job.
Did you know that, my dear friends?

The Jewish Lawyer

Just as children have their fights,
Grown-ups have their quarrels, too.
Parents judge in children’s squabbles,
Judges settle grown-ups’ disputes.
A good lawyer must before the judge
Lay bare all the details of the case
When the trial once begins.
The lawyer gets his money.
So it is in the whole wide world...
Our farmer Michael goes to town.
He’s got a date with the sharp attorney.
See him in the sketch I’ve drawn,
With handsome wife in fine attire.
Next them the lawyer may be seen,
He’s looking very poor and mean.
Just now his trade is very slack,
From farmer Michael he expects a whack!
To the farmer he makes a plea:
“Dear rich Michael be kind to me.
Couldn’t you bring me butter, wine,
Flour and eggs? That would be fine!
Just give me time with this tricky suit;
We’ll win the case and money to boot!”
Here’s good prospect, I surmise,
But all he said was a pack of lies.
The peasant folk from Dummelsbrumm
Believe it all: they are so dumb!
They bring him every kind of food.
And, Boy! that lawyer’s feeling good.
The end is sad to this long tale:
The farmer had to go to court,
So long the Jewish lawyer fought,
Primed with the farmers butter and eggs.
Now round and plump and plump and round,
Jew lawyer weighs 240 pound.
Only when there was nothing left
Did, strangely enough, the trial end.
The farmer, true, had won the case;
Now he wonders with long face
Who his goods and money took.
They were stolen all by the Jewish crook.

The Servant Girl

Rosy leaves the countryside.
Up to town, there to bide:
She wants to earn a living there.
And so she buys a newspaper;
Looking its advertising through.
She finds a post with Katz, the Jew.
Three bouncing daughters has this Yid;
His wife, Oh My! is sure no kid.
All four are idle lazybones,
Doing nothing all day long.
“So Rosy cleans and sweeps and cooks,
For such is shame and not a blessing,”
Says Jewish master, “in our station.”
German girls from the country,
He takes and treats them properly
As understood in Jewish fancy.
Look at Rosy from the country!
Working hard like any slavey.
Yet they drive her harder still:
She lives a live, a dog would kill.
Her plight is worse than many a beast;
The Jew should pay her well, at least.
“To the Christian you may give
Carrion meat, that he may live.
But you yourself must ne’er forget,
That by a Jew it’s never ate.
For Holy is the Jew.
The Talmud says it, too.”

The Jewish Doctor

“We do not buy from Jewish shops!”
Says the mother to the child.
“ ‘Tis only German goods we buy;
Remember that, my darling.”
German women should only buy
What’s been made by German hands,
By German industry and strength.
That’s why we only go
To those stores with German goods,
Here also we save more,
For their wares are cheap and good.
From Jews you get bad value!
Hence take note of mother’s words,
Be sure you never buy from Jews.

The Führer’s Youth

The boys who are true Germans
To Hitler’s Youth belong.
They want to live for their Führer,
Their eyes are fixed on the future.
Bigger and stronger they have become.
The German heritage is theirs.
The great and sacred Fatherland
Stands today as it ever stood.
From this picture may be seen,
Hitler Youth in splendid mien,
From smallest to the biggest boy.
All are husky, tough, and strong.
They love their German Führer
And God in Heaven they fear.
But the Jews they must despise!
They’re not like these boys,
So Jews must just give way!

In far-off South is the country
Which cradled Jewish ancestry.
Let them go back there with wife and child
As quickly as they came! —
What a disgusting picture
Is shown by these Jews, so dirty and wild:
Abraham, Solomon,
Blumenfeld, Levinson,
Rebecca with little Jonathan,
Then Simon and also Aaron Kahn.
How they roll their eyes
As they march along...................

(On the signpost: “One-way road. Hurry, Hurry.
The Jews are our misfortune.”)

A picture of the 18-year-old Elvira Bauer from Der Stürmer.