&nbsp "The rivers rush into the sea,
       &nbsp By castle and town they go;
The winds behind them merrily
       &nbsp Their noisy trumpets blow.


       &nbsp "The clouds are passing far and high,
       &nbsp We little birds in them play;
And everything, that can sing and fly,
       &nbsp Goes with us, and far away.


       &nbsp "I greet thee, bonny boat! Whither,
       &nbsp       &nbsp or whence,
       &nbsp With thy fluttering golden band?"—
       &nbsp "I greet thee, little bird! To the wide sea
       &nbsp I haste from the narrow land.


       &nbsp "Full and swollen is every sail;
       &nbsp I see no longer a hill,
I have trusted all to the sounding gale,
       &nbsp And it will not let me stand still.


       &nbsp "And wilt thou, little bird, go with us?
       &nbsp Thou mayest stand on the mainmast tall,
For full to sinking is my house
       &nbsp With merry companions all."—
       &nbsp "I need not and seek not company,
       &nbsp Bonny boat, I can sing all alone;
For the mainmast tall too heavy am I,
       &nbsp Bonny boat, I have wings of my own.

"High over the sails, high over the mast,
       &nbsp Who shall gainsay these joys?
When thy merry companions are still, at last,
       &nbsp Thou shalt hear the sound of my voice.

       &nbsp "Who neither may rest, nor listen may,
       &nbsp God bless them every one!
I dart away, in the bright blue day,
       &nbsp And the golden fields of the sun.

"Thus do I sing my merry song,
       &nbsp Wherever the four winds blow;
And this same song, my whole life long,
       &nbsp Neither Poet nor Printer may know.'