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Mein Liebster keck ist ein Matros'; Er kämpft mit Wind und Wasserhos' Und knüpft, was uns're Herzen band, Gleich seinem Schiffstau los. Ich zöge gern mit Herz und Hand Das flüchtige Schiff zurück zum Strand; Doch meine Sehnsucht treibt es nur; Es flieht schon weit vom Land. Mein Liebster spannt das Segel quer; Wie rauscht sein Kiel durch's wilde Meer! Ich weiß nicht, bringt ihn wiederum Ein guter Wind mir her. Was baut' ich auch, ein thöricht Kind, Auf Häuser, die entführt der Wind! Nun wein' ich mir die Wangen blaß Und meine Augen blind. Mein Liebster steuert mittagwärts, Die Flut empfindet nicht den Schmerz; Er führt so kräft'gen Ruderschlag Und jeder trifft mein Herz. Schlag' er das Meer nur immerhin, Das treulos ist und falsch von Sinn! Doch warum schlägt er auch dies Herz, Das nichts geliebt, als ihn!
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Die poetische Nationalliteratur der deutschen Schweiz: Musterstücke aus den Dichtungen der besten schweizerischen Schriftsteller von Haller bis auf die Gegenwart, Dr. J.J. Honegger (Herausgeber), Vierter Band, Glarus: Verlagsbuchhandlung von J. Vogel, 1876, page 221.
Text Authorship:
- by Heinrich Leuthold (1827 - 1879), "Ligurisches Volkslied", appears in Gedichte, in 2. Lieder von der Riviera, no. 13 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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My bold beloved is a sailor, He battles with the wind and typhoons And loosens that which binds our hearts Exactly like he does his mooring rope. With heart and hand, I would gladly pull The fleeing boat back to the shore; But my yearning only drives it onward; It is already flying far from the land. My beloved sets his sails crossways; How his keel rushes through the wild sea! I do not know if a favourable wind Shall bring him back to me again. Why did I, a foolish child, Ever build my hopes upon houses that the wind carries off! Now I weep until my cheeks grow pale And my eyes go blind. My beloved steers toward the south, The waters do not feel the pain; He wields such powerful oar-strokes And every one of them strikes my heart. May he go on beating the sea, Which has a faithless and false spirit! But why does he also beat this heart of mine, Which has loved nothing but him!
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View text with all available footnotesTranslations of titles:
"Ligurisches Lied" = "Ligurian song"
"Ligurisches Volkslied" = "Ligurian folk song"
"Mein Liebster keck ist ein Matros'" = "My bold beloved is a sailor"
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2026 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Heinrich Leuthold (1827 - 1879), "Ligurisches Volkslied", appears in Gedichte, in 2. Lieder von der Riviera, no. 13
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This text was added to the website: 2026-10-28
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Word count: 176