«My Prussia trampled, my Germany dead,
Ignominy and pain all around, night and suffering all around:
And the eyes of the noblest woman on earth,
The eyes of Louise, red with weeping -- --
I can no longer bear it! -- Hussars, to your horses!
Whoever wishes to ride and fight and die,--
Follow me!» -- thus spake Schill.
 
Near Wittenberg and near Halberstadt,
How keenly he rode, how keenly he battled!
But in the end a thousand to ten are too many:
They chased him all the way to Stralsund:
«I am sick of the endless terror:
I shall make a terrible end of it,
Which shall awaken revenge!» -- thus did Schill. --
 
Stralsund, how your marketplace flowed with blood!
The streets were blocked by the Dutch foot soldiers:
«Surrender, Schill!» their general called:
But Schill, he straightaway dashed the general from his horse:
Then twelve bullets struck him at once:
«A cheer for Germany» he cried: then he spoke quietly:
«Oh, Queen Louise!» -- thus died Schill. --