The darlings I’ve spoiled, so wrought for and toiled,
The children have given me up!
My heart is broken. I’ll break my pipe,
And my tinkling team may go,
And bury my sledge on the trackless edge
Of the wastes of the Lapland snow.
My useless pack I will fling away,
And in Germany’s forests hoar,
From an icy steep I will plunge leagues deep,
And never be heard of more.