The air grows cool and darkles, The Rhine flows calmly on; The mountain summit sparkles In the light of the setting sun.

Oh, sweet thy current by town and by tower, The green sunny vale and the dark linden bower; Thy waves as they dimple smile back on the plain, And Rhine, ancient river, thou'rt German again!

You shall never have it, The free German Rhine. [Ger., Sie sollen ihn nicht haben Den freien deutschen Rhein.]

The Rhine! the Rhine! a blessing on the Rhine!

Dear Fatherland no danger thine, Firm stand thy sons to watch the Rhine! [Ger., Lieb Vaterland magst ruhig sein, Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Rhein!]

I've seen the Rhine with younger wave, O'er every obstacle to rave. I see the Rhine in his native wild Is still a mighty mountain child.