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How I love a glass of beer, More beer! Beer goes very good with beer, More beer! When I'm drinking beer I'm thinking, Ach! Life is beer. But there's someone I love even more than beer. I love Louisa, Louisa loves me. When we rode on the merry-go-round, I kissed Louisa, and then Louisa, Louisa kissed me. We were so happy, so happy and free. Ach, ach, MÃ?¤dchen, Beautiful Louisa. Ach, when I choose them, I never want to lose them. Someday Louisa, Louisa will be More than just a FrÃ?¤ulein to me. A Frenchman loves a glass of vine. More beer! The English think the vhiskeyÃ?Â's fine. More beer! And when I comb off, all the foam off I drink a toast, To the Germans and the MÃ?¤dchen, I love most. Ich liebe Louisa, Louisa liebt mich. Als wir fÃ?¼hren auf dem Wege, Ich kÃ?¼sste Louisa und dann Louisa, Louisa kÃ?¼sste mich, Wir waren sehr glÃ?¼cklich, so glÃ?¼cklich und frei. Ach, ach, MÃ?¤dchen, Beautiful Louisa. Ach, when I choose them, I never want to lose them. Ach, ach, MÃ?¤dchen, Beautiful Louisa. Ach, when I choose them, I never want to lose them. Someday Louisa, Louisa will be More than just a FrÃ?¤ulein to me. More beer! More beer! |