Go, thou mayst seek a lover new,
But be he gay, like me, and true.
But farther, farther, now awaits
My course, stand wide ye ancient gates!
Light is my heart, and glad my track;
My blessing, city, waft I back!
Ye Brothers! now, around me press,
Let my heart feel not its distress.
On gallant steeds with gladsome song,
Go ye with me the way along.