His death weigh’d sorely on him,
with ruth and sorrow great.
He fell to bitter weeping;
sad was the hero’s strait:
“Woe for my trusty helpmate
who now is lost to me!
Ay! of King Etzel’s liegeman
the like I ne’er shall see.
His death weigh’d sorely on him,
with ruth and sorrow great.
He fell to bitter weeping;
sad was the hero’s strait:
“Woe for my trusty helpmate
who now is lost to me!
Ay! of King Etzel’s liegeman
the like I ne’er shall see.