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_Frühling_, 1848.

Dar keemn Soldaten æwer de Elf, Hurah, hurah, na’t Norn! Se keemn so dicht as Wagg an Wagg, Un as en Koppel vull Korn.

Gundag, Soldaten! wo kamt jü her? Vun alle Bargen de Krüz un Quer, Ut dütschen Landen na’t dütsche Meer— So wannert un treckt dat Heer.

Wat liggt so eben as weert de See? Wat schint so gel as Gold? Dat is de Marschen er Saat un Staat, Dat is de Holsten er Stoet.

Gundag jü Holsten op dütsche Eer! Gundag jü Friesen ant dütsche Meer! To leben un starben vær dütsche Ehr So wannert un treckt dat Heer.

German Honor and German Earth.

_Spring_, 1848.

There came soldiers across the Elbe, Hurrah, hurrah, to the North! They came as thick as wave on wave, And like a field full of corn.

Good day, soldiers! whence do you come? From all the hills on the right and left, From German lands to the German sea,— Thus wanders and marches the host.

What lies so still as it were the sea? What shines so yellow as gold? The splendid fields of the Marshes they are, The pride of the Holsten race.

Good day, ye Holsten on German soil! Good day, ye Friesians, on the German sea To live and to die for German honor,— Thus wanders and marches the host.