A shadow’s cast beneath the tree
Cast by the early morning sun
And by the wondrous looks of thee
My fervent joy has just begun
There’s nothing I desire more
So far, as this I’m uttering
And with a rough and youthful boor
Your tranquil state is shattering
We twist and turn and you convulse
Quite incongruous with your class
O’ noble damsel, feel my pulse
We’re all the same – the regime’s ass
I feel the scent of your perfume
I gaze upon your scarlet hair
The birds are singing, flowers bloom
I’ve never been so debonair
No setting could be more sublime
No worthy sum could more appease
Than in the meadow, on the Rhein
Be with this heavenly Marquise
So what’s it to me, you may ask
O why such revelatory lines?
When in the real world, with no mask
Abundant melancholy lies
Well fear not, brothers, and do know
‘Tis not with spite I tempt thee so
I simply think, before we perish
Our happiness we all must cherish