The University of Gottingen

From “The Rovers”

WHENE’ER with haggard eyes I view

This dungeon that I’m rotting in,

I think of those companions true

Who studied with me at the U-

niversity of Gottingen—

niversity of Gottingen!

Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue,

Which once my love sat notting in!

Alas! Matilda then was true!

At least I thought so at the U-

niversity of Gottingen—

niversity of Gottingen.

Barbs! Barbs! alas, how swift you flew,

Her neat post-wagon trotting in!

Ye bore Matilda from my view;

Forlorn I languished at the U-

niversity of Gottingen—

niversity of Gottingen.

This faded form! This pallid hue!

This blood my veins is clotting in!

My years are many; they were few

When first I entered at the U-

niversity of Gottingen—

niversity of Gottingen.

There, sweet, for thee my passion grew,

Sweet, sweet Matilda Pottingen!

Thou wast the daughter of my tu-

tor, law professor at the U-

niversity of Gottingen—

niversity of Gottingen.

Sun, moon, and thou, vain world, adieu,

That kings and priests are plotting in.

Here, doomed to starve on water gru-

el, never shall I see the U-

niversity of Gottingen—

niversity of Gottingen.