Song of the rival boatmaid

"O Roman maid, why look on me

With glance so full of danger?

Thine eye is fair, but never can

Its spell ensnare the stranger!"

Far o'er the Alps there stands a grave,

And by it the green Rhine hieth,

On it three wild roses bloom,

Ah, within his loved one lieth.

"O Roman maid, why look on me

With glance so full of danger?

Thine eye is fair, but never can

Its spell ensnare the stranger!"