[Were very grateful to our friend Herr Kerry Sullivan, long a friend to Tippelbruder, for bringing these to our notice.]
"From the heights of Ersatz Mountain to the Lakes of Pinkelmeer
From the leafy Liebnitz forest ‘neath our skies so blue, so clear,
[Chorus: Tippelbruder, Tippelbruder, may she long triumphant stand
Cursed be all Stagonian upstarts who would besmirch our ancient land.]
See our hallowed halls of commerce, see our inns so rich and fine,
Where we settle all our business, drinking Tippelbruder wine.
Celebrate our Men of Culture, Dummer, Eimer ,Dumplemann
Bumsen, Krankenhause and Hansen- they can’t do it - no-one can
Wide is famed our maidens’ beauty and their virtue, coy and chaste
We’ll repel voracious foemen bent on rapine, with all haste.
Rich our spires and tall our steeples. Let their bells resounding ring!
Praise to thee, Great Tipplebruder, free from emperor or king."
We have also received the words of the "Unofficial Marching Song of the Tippelbruder Militia [Fragment]"
"Oft we men of Tipplebruder, foul Stagonians soundly drub..
Find a pile of donkey’s doings, in it we’ll their noses rub!
Wide is famed our maidens' beauty and their virtue, coy and chaste
We’ll repel voracious foemen – least till we have had a taste!
Old Max Osten has a daughter and a butt of good brown beer
Let Max Osten do the fighting – I’m quite happy staying here!"