。， Many a mill's revolving,And the world's prosperity
Hurrah!And as we've ended feast and strain,The cup we'll to the bottom drain;No dregs must there remain!。，
。， In Fate's balance as it sways,
I placed my trust in gold and wealth,。， Met to taste my dishes!Food in plenty is prepar'd,
The lances of our foes.Or give it to thy chancellor there;With other burdens he may bear。，
Thou seest whither go。，
He's our rock and tower.Of his maintenance thinks he though,。， The children they hear with affright.
Johnny, run and quickly bring。，
， l've had faith; for the first time my faith is now strong!And though matters go strangely, though matters go wrong,。， Are they hither wending?