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 Now Poets may sing of the dear fatherland
and the soft flowing dreamy old rhine
beside the blue danube in fancy the stand
and they rave of it's beauties divine
But there ist a spot where the sun never shines
where mirth and good fellowship reign
for dear old bohemia my lonely heart pines
and I long to be there once again
Take me down, down
down where the würzburger flows, flows, flows
It will drown, drown;
drown all your troubles and tears and vows
Just order two seidels of lager or three
if I don't want to drink it please force it on me
The Rhine maybe fine but a cold stine for mine
Down where the Würzburger flows
The Rhine by moonlight's a beautiful sight
when the wind wispers low thro' the vines
but give me some good old Rathskellar at night
where the brilliant electric light shines
The poets may think it's delightful to here
the nightinggale piping it's lay
Give me a piano, a cold stein of beer
and a fellow who knows how to play
Take me down, down
down where the würzburger flows, flows, flows
It will drown, drown;
drown all your troubles and tears and vows
Just order two seidels of lager or three
if I don't want to drink it please force it on me
The Rhine maybe fine but a cold stine for mine
Down where the Würzburger flows
Eine Vielzahl von Einwanderern ruft die unterschiedlichsten Reaktionen hervor. In Amerika beschäftigte sich auch der Broadway mit den Einwanderern aus Übersee: Es gab ein Musical über irische Einwanderer und eines über deutsche Immigranten, natürlich randvoll vollgestopft mit Klischees und Stereotypen, aber - wie der Text: "Deutsche Zecher am Missouri" zeigt, auch nicht von ganz weit her geholt. Das Musical über "die Deutschen" hieß "The Prinz of Pilsen", daraus das Stück: "Down where the Würzburger flows" | 
