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The majority of the songs in this collection begin with very soft dynamics. Eleven of the fourteen songs begin with the dynamic of piano, one song begins at pianissimo, and the remaining two songs (this song and the last song in the collection) begin at the dynamic of forte. The tubist should take advantage of this diversity of dynamics and style. The eighth song in this collection, “Aus! Aus!” (Over! Over!), has a strict sense of time. While some of the songs have a lyrical quality that allows for rubato, this melody is one of only a few that requires a steady march-like tempo.

This half-tearful, half-mocking farewell of a boy raring to march out of town with his comrades, and a sad girl fearing to lose her lover forever, is the first of several military “confrontations” between a headstrong youth with itchy feet and a disconsolate girl. The boy’s oft-repeated words “Today we’ll march, hurrah, hurrah, in May so green! Tomorrow we’ll march through the high gate!” are set to a crude, callous trumpeting motive (“Keckes Marschtempo” is indicated), and his later assurance that “our love is not yet finished”, sung softly against the continuing drumbeats of the left hand, sounds pure bunkum. Nor are the girl’s protestations, to be sung “kläglich” (“plaintively”), to be taken quite at face value. She avers that she will enter a nunnery in a sobbing, chromatic harmony that is a parody of deep, lasting grief.28

Measure 50 contains a mordent in both the tuba melody and the right hand of the piano. This proves to be a very challenging singular trill for a novice tubist to perform, especially at a fast tempo.

"Finished! Finished!"

 

Aus! Aus!

 

"Heute marschieren wir!

Juch-he, im grünen Mai!

Morgen marschieren wir

Zu dem hohen Tor hinaus,

Zum hohen Tor hinaus! Aus!"

 

"Reis'st du denn schon fort?

Je, je! Mein Liebster!

Kommst niemals wieder heim?

Je! Je! Mein Liebster?"

 

"Heute marschieren wir,

Juch-he, im grünen Mai!

Ei, du schwarzbraun's Mägdelein,

Uns're Lieb' ist noch nicht aus,

Die Lieb' ist noch nicht aus, aus!

 

Trink' du ein Gläschen Wein

Zur Gesundheit dein und mein!

Siehst du diesen Strauß am Hut?

Jetzo heißt's marschieren gut!

Nimm das Tüchlein aus der Tasch',

Deine Tränlein mit abwasch'!

 

Heute marschieren wir!

Juch-he, im grünen Mai!

Morgen marschieren wir,

Juch-he, im grünen Mai!"

 

"Ich will in's Kloster geh'n,

Weil mein Schatz davon geht!

Wo geht's denn hin, mein Schatz?

Gehst du fort, heut schon fort?

 

Und kommst nimmer wieder?

Ach! Wie wird's traurig sein

Hier in dem Städtchen!

Wie bald vergißt du mein!

Ich! Armes Mädchen!"

 

"Morgen marschieren wir,

Juch-he, im grünen Mai!

Tröst dich, mein lieber Schatz,

Im Mai blüh'n gar viel Blümelein!

Die Lieb' ist noch nicht aus!

Aus! Aus! Aus! Aus!"

 

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