A Mossy Borsch now forth I wend,
O God! Philister's house defend.[[47]]
Yes, native home, I come to thee;
Myself must now Philistine be.
Farewell, ye crooked streets and straight,
Through you no more I walk elate:
With songs no more make you astir,
With noisy joy and clink to spur.
Ye Kneips, why would ye me delay,
My sojourn here has passed away.