Am Rhein. - No. III. (Index) - Nonnenwerth.

He shtood peside de Kloster-place,     Oopon de Rheinisch shore,     Und dere he saw a lofely face,     Hed seen in treams pefore.     Feinslieb, und willst dou go mit me?     Feinsllieb, make no delay;     For rocks ish shdeep und vales ish teep,     Und dings ish in de way.     Und oh! how can I go mit dir,     Or flyen out of land?     Der bischof holts me py de law,     Der Rheingraf by der hand.     Liebsherz, if dou couldst landwarts gehn,     Id follow willingly;     Boot we are leafs, und shdrongs de shdem     Vitch pinds oos to de dree.     Der briest who helt dee py de law     Ish now a broken man;     Der Rheingraf who vouldt marry dee     Ish in der Kaisars ban.     Und if de Kloster-beoples here     Vill shdop your goin to town,     Bei Gott! Ill burn von half of dem,     De oder half Ill trown!     Denn linger not to back dy drunk,     Boot led our lofe hafe vings;     Deres milliners in fair Cologne,     Vill make you avery dings.     She toorn her eyes im mondenschein,     She schmile so heafenly;     Dear lofe, so shendle und so goot!     Ill cut away mit dee.     Und do not kill de Kloster-volk,     Tvouldt only bring tiscrace!     Dough if I had de abbess here,     Lort! how Id slap her vace!     De moonlighdt blayed oopon de drees,     It shined oopon de blain,     Two forms rode in de mitnight woods,     Und nefer coomed again.