O du lieber Augustin, Augustin, Augustin,

o du lieber Augustin, alles ist hin!

'S Geld is' weg, s' Mensch is' weg, Augustin liegt im Dreck.

O du lieber Augustin, alles ist hin!



O du lieber Augustin, 's Geld is' hin, 's Mensch is' hin.

o du lieber Augustin, alles is' hin!

Will no von Geld nix sag'n, wann i nur 's Mensch kunnt' hab'n!

O du lieber Augustin, alles ist hin!



O du lieber Augustin, alles mein Geld is' hin,

o du lieber Augustin, alles is' hin!

Da Beidl is laar, d' Hos'n is' voll- nix is nimma, wia 's sein soll!

o du lieber Augustin, alles is' hin!



(Austrian Traditional.

Augustin was a kind of clown singer in Vienna. It is said that when the

"Pest" disease spread over Vienna

some centuries ago, one night he came out of a pub drunk. He was so

drunk that he fell into a pit where many pest corpses were to be buried

and fell asleep there. When he woke up and got out again next morning,

he wrote this song.

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