Then Rüdeger in helmet
one saw march on before;
Keen-edged were all the weapons
the margrave’s liegemen bore
And broad the shining bucklers
upon their arms as well.
’Twas all seen by the fiddler:
sore ruth upon him fell.
Then Rüdeger in helmet
one saw march on before;
Keen-edged were all the weapons
the margrave’s liegemen bore
And broad the shining bucklers
upon their arms as well.
’Twas all seen by the fiddler:
sore ruth upon him fell.