Comme c’est beau! wie schön! che bello!
He who quaffs thy Lust and Wein,
Morbleu! is a lucky fellow.
How I love thy rushing streams,
Groves of ash and birch and hazel,
From Schaffhausen’s rainbow beams,
Jusqu ’à l’echo d’ Oberwesel!
Oh, que j’aime the Brüchen, when
The crammed Dampschiff gayly passes!
Love the bronzed pipes of thy men,