Fiakerlied: Josef Bratfisch and the Mayerling Tragedy / 79

Above: Gustav Pick's grave in Vienna's Zentralfriedhof (Central Cemetery).

Source: Hedwig Abraham, Gustav Pick Komponist, 1832-1921 in Kunst und Kultur in Wien (blog).

Appendix:
Gustav Pick and Wiener Fiakerlied (continued)

Verse 6:

Today is our centennial, because a hundred years ago today the first fiaker stand was created in Vienna. We already have a thousand stands today, and anyone who knows anything must agree that the fiaker is something special. But in a hundred years, things will be different. People will just fly through the air. I can already hear the waterboy calling, "Listen, Schurschi, swing yourself over, fly to the Baron. He needs an open balloon in Freudenau." But such a vehicle is too stupid for me. It's going to turn my stomach.


Cab customers in Vienna and other cities could order an open or closed carriage, depending on their preference or the weather. In the Fiakerlied future, therefore, people will be able to order open or closed balloons. The waterboys brought water to the cab stands for the cab horses since drivers were required by law to stay with their cabs. Evidently the waterboys also brought messages to the drivers from the cab company offices.
Verse 7:

In the old days, on the first of May, when Vienna was still the old Vienna, there was nothing but the Bastei. A trip to the Prater brought together all of beautiful Vienna back then, and I can still see all the pretty things, as if it were today. Those two black and brown horses from Trauttmannsdorff, listen, they were a team! They pulled like maniacs! No one has ever driven even an eight-horse team like that. But one man surpassed them all; no one will drive that boldly again, because that's just not possible. Sandor was the only one. Everyone knows him, big and small!


The Mölker Bastei is a section of Vienna's original city wall. Beethoven's former residence, now a museum, is located on top of it.
Verse 8:

I'm a good sixty years old, I've been working from this stand for forty years, This cabbie and his team have always been good company. And when it comes time to go for that last ride to the cemetery, I'll harness my black horses to take me to my grave. But take me at a trot, I beg you, not just at a walk, and through all the big intersections, for my sake. This is a "must," this procession all the way to the very last house, so everyone can see that my last ride is in a fiaker. And let it be written on my gravestone, so everyone can read it clearly:


Closing Refrain:

He was proud to be a true child of Vienna, a cabbie the likes of which you don't find every day. His heart was as airy and light as the wind. Yes, he was a true child of Vienna.