To few and simple measures beat;
O blessed bird, my heart-warm word
I, too, repeat, repeat, repeat!
[THE BIRDS OF SOLEURE]
Thrifty the folk in the town of Soleure,
And they steadily ply their fathers’ trade;
Proud are they, too, that, year after year,
The watches and clocks of the world they have made.
Click go the seconds, kling go the hours,