They saw many cities, and far around were known.
Zschahi, Zschahe, Zschaho! etc. etc.
The Binschgauer long through joy and sorrow run,
Till high the holy pinnacles glanced i' the evening sun.
Zschahi, Zschahe, Zschaho! etc. etc.
The Binschgauer wended about that dome renowned,
The vane-staff was broken, yet still the vane turned round.
Zschahi, Zschahe, Zschaho! etc. etc.
The Binschgauer entered the holy dome within,
The saints were all asleep, and woke not with their din.