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AnglesAngles (German: Angeln, Old English: Englas, Latin: Angli) were one of the Germanic peoples who migrated from continental Germany to Britain. That land was later called Engla-lond(In Old English - "Land of the Angles"), thus England. Thanks to the major influence of the Angles, the people of England are also known as Anglo-Saxons, and, of course English. and regions of the United Kingdom are known by names such as East Anglia.A part of the Jutland Peninsula where the Angles originated is still called Angeln today. It is in the Federal Rebublic of Germany, Bundesland Schleswig-Holstein.
Angles[?] is also the name of a commune in the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence département, in France We're/re.html">re old acquaintance, then, 'tis clear.
FIRST YAGER.
Oh, here to-day--to-morrow yonder--
Scatters and sweeps us from place to place.
So one would think, by the look of your face.html">face.
SUTLER-WOMAN.
Whither I went with the baggage-car,
With the duke.html">duke near Stralsund next we lay,
I jogged with the succors to Mantua;
Then, joining a Spanish regiment,
And now to Bohemia I'm come to get
If a helping hand by the duke be lent--
Well, all things seem in a flourishing way,
Who once in the camp was your constant flame?
SUTLER-WOMAN.
He bolted, and took to himself whate'er
Leaving me naught but the urchin there.
SOLDIER-BOY (springing forward).
Well, the emperor now must father this elf,
Forth to the school, ye rogue--d'ye hear?
FIRST YAGER.
Aunt, they'll be off.
SUTLER-WOMAN.
What gypsy is that with the roguish face?
SUTLER-WOMAN.
Ay, ay, a sweet little niece--I see.html">see.
SECOND YAGER (holding the girl).
The customers wait, sir, and I must go.
That maiden's a dainty morsel, I trow!
When the best of the regiment loved her so,
What different folks one's doomed to know!
And what sights as yet we may.html">may live to see!
Your health, good sirs, may we be free,
We thank ye--and room will gladly make.
Snug enough here!
You haven't the look on't--you're spruce to view.
SERGEANT.
Your praises are heard from the lips of few.
SECOND YAGER.
The Croat had swept the fields so clean.html">clean,
Yet your pointed collar is clean and sightly,
Your linen so fine, with the hat and feather,
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