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Lorelei.
Die schb ' nste Jungfrau sitzet Dort oben wmiderbar , Ilir gold ' nes Gesclnneide blitzet , Sie kiimmt ihr goldenes haar . Sie kiimmt es mit goldenem ICamme
TJnd singt cin Lied dabei Das hat cine wundersame Gewalt ' ge melodci . Der schiffer im kleinem schiffe , Ergreift es mit weldcm Web ,
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe Er schaut nur hinauf in die Iliih ! Ich glaube , die Wellen verschlingen Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn , Und das hat mit ibrem singen
Die Lorelei gethan . LORELET . I know not what it importeth That I so greatly grieve ; A legend out of the ancient times Mv mind it will not leave .
The . air is cool , and it darkens Where the Rhino does softly ( low , And the tops of the mountains glitter In evening ' s rose-red glow ! A beauteous maiden ' s sitting
TJ |) there—she ' s wondrous fair , Her golden jewels are shining As she combs her golden hair . With a golden comb she combs it , And sings at her toil a strain ,
Which in marvellous magic melody Echoes back from those hills again . The boatman in his little boat Lists to it with wildest woe : He looks only at the hei ght above ,
Not on the rocks below . The waves will engulf both boatman and boat At last , I do not doubt : Ancl this is the fate the Loreley , With her song , has brought about . W .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Lorelei.
Die schb ' nste Jungfrau sitzet Dort oben wmiderbar , Ilir gold ' nes Gesclnneide blitzet , Sie kiimmt ihr goldenes haar . Sie kiimmt es mit goldenem ICamme
TJnd singt cin Lied dabei Das hat cine wundersame Gewalt ' ge melodci . Der schiffer im kleinem schiffe , Ergreift es mit weldcm Web ,
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe Er schaut nur hinauf in die Iliih ! Ich glaube , die Wellen verschlingen Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn , Und das hat mit ibrem singen
Die Lorelei gethan . LORELET . I know not what it importeth That I so greatly grieve ; A legend out of the ancient times Mv mind it will not leave .
The . air is cool , and it darkens Where the Rhino does softly ( low , And the tops of the mountains glitter In evening ' s rose-red glow ! A beauteous maiden ' s sitting
TJ |) there—she ' s wondrous fair , Her golden jewels are shining As she combs her golden hair . With a golden comb she combs it , And sings at her toil a strain ,
Which in marvellous magic melody Echoes back from those hills again . The boatman in his little boat Lists to it with wildest woe : He looks only at the hei ght above ,
Not on the rocks below . The waves will engulf both boatman and boat At last , I do not doubt : Ancl this is the fate the Loreley , With her song , has brought about . W .