Whene'er with haggard eyes I view <br />This dungeon that I'm rotting in, <br />I think of those companions true <br />Who studied with me at the U— <br />—niversity of Gottingen — <br />—niversity of Gottingen. <br /> <br />Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue, <br />Which once my love sat knotting in! — <br />Alas! Matilda then was true! <br />At least I thought so at the U <br />—niversity of Gottingen — <br />—niversity of Gottingen. <br /> <br />Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift you flew <br />Her neat post-wagon trotting in! <br />Ye bore Matilda from my view; <br />Eorloni I languished at the U— <br />—niversity of Gottiiigen— <br />—niversity of Gottingen. <br /> <br />This faded form! this pallid hue! <br />This blood my veins is clotting in, <br />My years are many, —they were few <br />When first I entered at the U <br />—niversity of Gottingen — <br />—niversity of Gottingen. <br /> <br />There first for thee my passion grew, <br />Sweet! sweet Matilda Pottingen! <br />Thou wast the daughter of my tu— <br />—tor, law professor at the U <br />—niversity of Gottingen — <br />—niversity of Gottingen. <br /> <br />Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu. <br />That kings and priests are plotting in: <br />Here doomed to starve on water gru— <br />—el, never shall I see the U— <br />—niversity of Gottingen — <br />—niversity of Gottingen.<br /><br />George Canning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-198/
