The young man did the same straightway,
And played with her and laughed so gay.
"Ah, give to me, Dame Danube fair,
Some pretty toy for my love to wear!"
She drew therefrom a shining blade,
For which the youth so long had prayed.
The bridegroom, what holds he in hand?
Of milk-white pearls a precious band.
He twines it round her raven hair;
She looked how like a princess there!
"Oh, give to me, Dame Danube fair,
Some pretty toy for my love to wear!"
A second time her arm dips in,
A glittering helm of steel to win.
The youth, o'erjoyed the prize to view,
Brings her a golden comb thereto.
A third time she in the water dips.
Ah woe! from out the skiff she slips.
He leaps for her and grasps straightway—
Dame Danube tears them both away.