Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true
Who studied with me at the U-
-niversity of Gottingen -
-niversity of Gottingen.

Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue,
Which once my love sat knotting in! -
Alas! Matilda then was true!
At least I thought so at the U
-niversity of Gottingen -
-niversity of Gottingen.

Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift you flew
Her neat post-wagon trotting in!
Ye bore Matilda from my view;
Eorloni I languished at the U-
-niversity of Gottiiigen-
-niversity of Gottingen.

This faded form! this pallid hue!
This blood my veins is clotting in,
My years are many, -they were few
When first I entered at the U
-niversity of Gottingen -
-niversity of Gottingen.

There first for thee my passion grew,
Sweet! sweet Matilda Pottingen!
Thou wast the daughter of my tu-
-tor, law professor at the U
-niversity of Gottingen -
-niversity of Gottingen.

Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu.
That kings and priests are plotting in:
Here doomed to starve on water gru-
-el, never shall I see the U-
-niversity of Gottingen -
-niversity of Gottingen.