Ai, ai, ai, ai! Who now
Can save us? We are lost men, friends; we are lost—
And thou, who saidst that we should live to fight,
Where are thy arms? Didst thou not make a boast
That thou couldst see God’s will?—We are quite forsaken,
Forgotten—(1.) Refrain, refrain. Can God forget?
Ch. Who could refrain? Alas! Hath not long woe
Crushed us so low?—Ah me! This is our pain.—
Now we deplore, alas!—Hell and despair!—
Now it is plain—O woe—we are no more