NO tears from their gloomy eyes are flowing, They sit at the loom, their white teeth showing: "Thy shroud, O Germany, now weave we, "A threefold curse we're weaving for thee, -- "We're weaving, we're weaving! "A curse on the God to whom our petition "We vainly address'd when in starving condition; "In vain did we hope, and in vain did we wait, "He only derided and mock'd our sad fate, -- "We're weaving, we're weaving! "A curse on the King of the wealthy, whom often "Our misery vainly attempted to soften; "Who takes away e'en the last penny we've got, "And lets us like dogs in the highway be shot, -- "We're weaving, we're weaving! "A curse on our fatherland false and contriving, "Where shame and disgrace alone are seen thriving, "Where flowers are pluck'd before they unfold, "Where batten the worms on corruption and mould, -- "We're weaving, we're weaving! "The shuttle is flying, the loom creaks away, "We're weaving busily night and day; "Thy shroud, Old Germany, now weave we, "A threefold curse we're weaving for thee, -- "We're weaving, we're weaving!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT BALLADE OF A TRAVELLER'S JINX by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE VAICES THAT BE GONE by WILLIAM BARNES |