Precariously close: Zitat 1

On Simmering Heath a tailor was hanged / Serves him right for making such a bad stab at it. / On Simmering Heath a tailor was hanged / With needle and eye, with scissors and thread. / On Simmering Heath a tailor was hanged / A lesson for all, he’s no longer alive. / And, people, listen, the wind is dropping, / If it had gone on blowing, the tailor wouldn’t be there any more.

Satirical song in Viennese dialect on the execution of Libényi.