Shall I then prove a coward? I’ll e’er be to the toward!
Though day be dull, though sun shine bright on me,
I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be!
Before the throne with love and faith I’m bending,
Whence, mildly good, I hear a parent’s tone;
With filial heart, obedient ear I’m lending—
The father trusts—the son defends the throne!
Affection’s ties are stronger—live, O my country, longer!
The King’s high call o’erflows my breast so free,
I am a Prussian, will a Prussian be!