He loves and rides away

A squire with a black steed

before the Count Hofthor stood,

an attractive knight came from the castle,

and jumped turned on the centime.

His arms shone in the sunshine,

and he sang out to south and North:

"How beautiful the life of a knight young and fine,

he loves and rides away."

A young lady looked down from her tower

and heard the knight's chant;

and she paced, crying up and down

and wringing her hands.

"You swore to be eternally true to me,

oh! Do you give your word so?

O stay, my dear knight!

O dearest, don't ride away!"

The knight heeds not her woe,

he waves to her with scorning sound:

"Farewell, my sweet one, farewell!"

And merrily he departs.

And merrily he rides off through field and grove,

and sang forth to south and North:

"How beautiful the life of a knight young and fine,

oh keep you well, young lady,

he loves and rides away."