Throbbing, beating wild for me,
And their soul-love yearneth ever
For a far-off one to see;
And the heart-strings of a sister
Harpeth all their melody,
Wild, sweet lays, for her lone brother,
In her joyness and her glee.
Oh, the ties which bind me to her
Keep aglow my ardent heart,
Thrilling it with pure emotion—