But even he’s a wretched man;
He must obey his Alcoran;
And dares not drink one drop of wine—
I would not change his lot for mine.
So, then, I’ll hold my lowly stand,
And live in German fatherland;
I’ll kiss my maiden fair and fine,
And drink the best of Rhenish wine.
Whene’er my maiden kisses me,
I’ll think that I the Sultan be;