One day I went to a Kirchweih At Mögelsdorf, where I saw The peasants carousing At a large inn. | The wine was knocked back so hastily That many of them fell under the bench. They also raised a great clamor of farting and spitting, Shouting, screaming, singing, and crying. | The donkey miller from Potenstain Who was the greatest drinker at the table Sprang about with Elsie the farmer's wife. And squeezed her so close to him that she choked. |
These verses by Hans Sachs, Nuremburg's leading poet, really depicts the peasant classes as very classy.For more of these, check out the Nose Dance page. A Kirchwieh is the celebration of the church's anniversary.