A band, red, black, and golden,
And hung my watch to it, that there
From falling 't might be holden.
Fierce as a horse a Bursch appears,
And at me right he batters;
He dashed the watch about my ears,
The riband tore to tatters.[[23]]
And as I in the Faulen-Beltz[[24]]
Was with my sweetheart sitting,
He nicknamed me a Knotenpeltz,