Three nations form its borders
The Rhine penetrates its side
In the loveliest of corners
All content and starry-eyed
There’s religion in the river
On its hills the steeples sway
To the plying hither thither
Of the ferries and their prey

Three nations form its borders
The Rhine penetrates its side
In the loveliest of corners
All content and starry-eyed
There’s religion in the river
On its hills the steeples sway
To the plying hither thither
Of the ferries and their prey