MY trust in nothing now is placed,Hurrah!
So in the world true joy I taste,Hurrah!
Then he who would be a comrade of mine Must rattle his glass, and in chorus combine, Over these dregs of wine.
I placed my trust in gold and wealth,Hurrah!
But then I lost all joy and health,Lack-a-day!
Both here and there the money roll'd, And when I had it here, behold, From there had fled the gold!
I placed my trust in women next,Hurrah!
But there in truth was sorely vex'd,Lack-a-day!
The False another portion sought, The True with tediousness were fraught, The Best could not be bought.
My trust in travels then I placed,Hurrah!
And left my native land in haste.
Lack-a-day!
But not a single thing seem'd good, The beds were bad, and strange the food, And I not understood.
I placed my trust in rank and fame,Hurrah!
Another put me straight to shame,Lack-a-day!
And as I had been prominent, All scowl'd upon me as I went, I found not one content.
I placed my trust in war and fight,Hurrah!
We gain'd full many a triumph bright,Hurrah!
Into the foeman's land we cross'd, We put our friends to equal cost, And there a leg I lost.
My trust is placed in nothing now,Hurrah!
At my command the world must bow,Hurrah!
And as we've ended feast and strain, The cup we'll to the bottom drain;No dregs must there remain!
1806.
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