Movitz, my heart doth bleed!
Movitz! Movitz!
Thy betrothed cold and dead I hath seen
Cruel Bacchus' kin I hear keen
With tears assailing the skies
One wrings his hands in sorrow
Another turns his head from the morrow
Tender sighs the third doth borrow
As to the blessed lands, so hollow
She hides from our eyes
She hides from our eyes
Hail Bacchus' men and women!
Charlotte! Charlotte!
Amongst Freyja's true serving maiden
To goddesses envy laden
Hath Movitz's freedom ensnared
Her eyes' gleam and fiery spark
Her beauty and prowess stark
When in Cupid's field she did embark
Gods' gazes she did mark
Such worth, their view compared
Such worth, their view compared
As in the clear stream
Thou seest, thou seest
The frolicsome fish doth gleam
And Zephyr's whirls follow the theme
With jerks up and down
So thy Charlotte, my friend
When to thy bed she did wend
Like a fish quick she did bend
Each limb a spright did send
I sing no more the tune
I sing no more the tune
Alas! for each time I behold
Charlotte! Charlotte!
At the fabricator's by the fold
When each Saturday she doth uphold
Where the ball should be held!
Methinks I see Charlotta
With two skeins in a potta
By her reel she doth quota
Pluto's cavern doth open with nota!
And the nymph sinks down, foretold
And the nymph sinks down, foretold
Let from thy sight vanish
Movitz! Movitz!
Each glimpse of thy beloved to banish
Let now thy tears freely finish
And place the violin in the corner
Flee, brother, flee Freyja's throng
And thy freedom cherish long
Once ensnared by a love so strong
Now in the tavern thou dost belong
Now art thou free, my son
Now art thou free, my son