When will the German eagle return,
And bring thee back, thou German honor!
Wake up, thou flood! wake up, thou sea!
Wake up, thou thunder, and rouse the land!
We are sitting in hope to meet again,—
We mourn alone by the sea.
III.
Winter, 1863.
Dar kumt en Brusen as Værjahswind,
Dat dræhnt as wær dat de Floth,—