Lauterbacher Strumpflied

Origins of the song are unknown, "written before 1820"' Many version of it exist with each version being associated with a different dialect and region qa`of German. Different versions sometimes have different titles but they all use "Lauterbach" in the title. Lauterbach means "[loud]gushing stream" or "[pure]clear stream" and is the name of several rivers and places in the world.

Sample folk song lyrics:
In Lauterbach hab’ ich mein’ Strumpf verlor’n,
und ohne Strumpf geh’ ich net heim.
So geh’ ich halt wieder nach Lauterbach hin,
und hol’ mir mein’ Strumpf an mein Bein.
(translation)
In Lauterbach I lost my stocking,
and I won't go home without a stocking.
So I'll just go back to Lauterbach
and get my stocking on my leg.

Der Deitcher's Dog:
Verse 1:
Oh where, oh where ish mine little dog gone;
Oh where, oh where can he be;
His ears cut short und his tail cut long;
Oh where, oh where ish he.
Chorus:
Tra la la la, la la la, la la la la,
La la la, la la la, la la la la,
Tra la la la, la la la, la la la la,
La la la, la la la la.
Verse 2: I loves mine lager, 'tish very goot beer,
Oh where, oh where can he be;
But mit no money I cannot drink here,
Oh where, oh where ish he.
(Interlude):
Verse 3:
Across the ocean in Garmanie,
Oh where, oh where can he be;
Der deitcher's dog ish der best companie,
Oh where, oh where ish he.
(Interlude):
Verse 4:
Un sausage is goot, bolonie of course,
Oh where, oh where can he be;
Dey makes 'em mit dog und dey makes 'em mit horse,
[slight pause to mull this over]
I guess they makes 'em mit he.
Chorus:
[Gleefully] Tra la la la, la la la, la la la la,
La la la, la la la, la la la la,
Tra la la la, la la la, la la la la,
La la la, la la la la.

Septimus Winner wrote Der Deitcher's Dog after being released from prison. He had been court-martialed and accused of treason for writing a song. This was during the American Civil War. He would later adapt Der Deitcher's Dog on behalf of Ulysses S. Grant.

Ulysses S. Grant's 3rd Term Campaign Song:
Verse 1
Throughout our great republic all the patriot hosts to-night,
Are girding on the armor for the battle of the right,
But the fight is at the ballot-box, not on the battle plain,
And we have named the leader who will win the fall campaign.
Chorus:
Grant the hero is his name,
He'll be president next year, my boys,
He'll be president next year, my boys,
Grant the hero is his name,
Grant the hero is his name,
He'll be president next year, boys,
Shout the chorus through the land.
Verse 2
The way he gained the title, was a fashion he had got,
Of moving on the works at once, and giving shot for shot;
"I'll fight it on this line," said he, and said it not in vain,
Savannah, Charleston, Richmond, too, all fell in one campaign.
(Chorus)
Verse 3
From wooded Maine to prairied West, from torrid gulf to lake,
From shore to shore the anthem peals, the mountain echoes wake;
God bless our country's savior, and our noble cause maintain,
(Chorus)
Verse 4
In the name of all the gallant dead who sleep in southern graves,
Of the last and greatest dead who struck the shackles from the slaves,
Come, aid humanity's great cause, while treasons prospects wane,
And justice, truth and peace conspire, to win the fall campaign.
(Chorus)

Septimus Winner's Der Deitcher's Dog was adapted into a Nursery Rhyme (sans lager and dark humor)
Nursery Rhyme:
Oh where, oh where
Has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his ears cut short
And his tail cut long
Oh where, oh where can he be?

I think he went down
To the building site
To see what he could see
And in his mouth
Was a globe so bright
I wonder what could it be

Oh where, oh where
Has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his ears cut short
And his tail cut long
Oh where, oh where can he be?

I last saw him by the bulldozer
Playing and running around
But I just can't see him there anymore
He just can't seem to be found
Perhaps the man over there will know
He may have seen him go by
Who knows where
He might have decided to go
But we've got to give it a try

Oh where, oh where
Has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his tail cut long
Oh where, oh where can he be?