As windy and as drear;
Dance the cuckoo and his wild sacrister,
Upon him here and there.
The Rhine! the Rhine! 'tis there our vines are growing!
O blessed be the Rhine!
The slopes by which that noble stream is flowing
They give this precious wine.
So drink! so drink! let us all methods trying,
For joyous hours combine.
And if we knew where one in wo were lying