Through storm and war, o'er sea and land,
We'll come each year to Neckar's strand:
In war and storm, on land and sea,
To this our pledge we'll faithful be,
And each to all be true.
So sang three students one March night—.
Without the storm wind blew,.
Within were wine and warmth and light.
And three hearts brave and true.
"To-morrow morn we all go hence,"