Language: German (Deutsch)
O halt, Schiffer, halt!
Gern wird von Sklavenketten
Lieb' Schwester mich erretten.
Da kommt sie hergewallt.
Befreie doch mein junges Leben!
Ach gute Schwester, wolltest du
Nicht zum Versatz des Ringes Demant geben?
Und frei bin ich im Nu! --
"Wer thut auf Edelstein Verzicht?
"Dein junges Leben rett' ich nicht!
"Fahr zu, Schiffer, fahr zu!"
...
O halt Schiffer, halt!
Gern wird von Sklavenketten
Herzvater mich erretten,
Da kommt er hergewallt.
Befreie doch mein junges Leben!
Ach theurer Vater, wolltest Du
Nicht zum Versatz den theuren Mantel geben?
Und frei bin ich im Nu! --
"Wer thut denn auf sein Kleid Verzicht?
"Dein junges Leben rett' ich nicht!
"Fahr zu, Schiffer, fahr zu!"
...
O halt Schiffer, halt!
Gern wird von Sklavenketten
Mein Liebster mich erretten,
Da kommt er hergewallt.
Befreie doch mein junges Leben!
Du Einzigliebster, wolltest du
Dein gutes Schwerdt nicht zum Versatze geben?
Und frei bin ich im Nu! --
"Dein junges Leben rett' ich bald.
"Nimm Alles, Alles, greife zu!
"Halt, Schiffer, halt!"
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3,5 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Walther von Goethe (1818 - 1885), "Rettung", op. 14 no. 1, published 1844, stanzas 1,3,5 [ voice and piano ], Wien: Haslinger
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Rescue", subtitle: "Ancient folksong", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs
[Senior Associate Editor]This text was added to the website: 2025-11-23
Line count: 55
Word count: 277
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Oh stop, boatman, stop!
Gladly shall my dear sister
Rescue me from these shackles.
There she comes a-walking.
Oh, set my young life free!
Ah, good sister, would you not
Pawn the diamond in your ring?
And I would be free in a trice! --
"Who could relinquish precious stones?
"I shall not rescue your young life!
"Row on, boatman, row on!"
...
Oh stop, boatman, stop!
Gladly shall my loving father
Rescue me from these shackles.
There he comes a-walking.
Oh, set my young life free!
Ah, dearest father, would you not
Pawn your valuable coat?
And I would be free in a trice! --
"Who would ever relinquish his garment?
"I shall not rescue your young life!
"Row on, boatman, row on!"
...
Oh stop, boatman, stop!
Gladly shall my beloved
Rescue me from these shackles.
There he comes a-walking.
Oh, set my young life free!
You, sole beloved, would you not
Pawn your good sword?
And I would be free in a trice! --
"I shall soon rescue your young life.
"Take everything, everything, help yourself!
"Stop, boatman, stop!"
Subtitle: "Ancient folksong"
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3,5 of the original text.
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