“Ridest by the woodland, Ludwig, Ludwig,
Ridest by the woodland gray?
Who sits by the woodland, Ludwig, Ludwig?
It is the Elle-maid gay.
“A kiss on thy lips lies, Ludwig, Ludwig,
Pure as the dews of May:
Think on thine own love, brown-haired Ludwig,
And not on an Elle-maid gay.
“She sits ’neath a linden, singing, singing,
Though her dropped lids nothing say;