For dear friends left behind them,
plenty at heart were sore,
Whom they at Bechelaren
would look on nevermore;
Yet gaily rode they onwards,
and down across the sand
Along the Danube river,
unto the Hunnish land.
For dear friends left behind them,
plenty at heart were sore,
Whom they at Bechelaren
would look on nevermore;
Yet gaily rode they onwards,
and down across the sand
Along the Danube river,
unto the Hunnish land.