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 Burgundy sees their token, And cries: “Now, God be praised! Not yet we’re beat or broken, Since Eckart’s flag is raised.”

Then like a true knight, Eckart Dash’d gaily through the foe: But with his red blood flecker’d, His little son lay low.

And when the fight was ended, Then Burgundy he speaks: “Thou hast me well befriended, Yet so as wets my cheeks.

The foe is smote and flying; Thou’st saved my land and life; But here thy boy is lying, Returns not from the strife.”

Then Eckart wept almost, The tear stood in his eye; He clasp’d the son he’d lost, Close to his breast the boy.

Why diedst thou, Heinz, so early, And scarce wast yet a man? Thou’rt fallen in battle fairly; For thee I’ll not complain.

Thee, Prince, we have deliver’d; From danger thou art free: The boy and I are sever’d; I give my son to thee.”

Then Burgundy our chief, His eyes grew moist and dim; He felt such joy and grief, So great that love to him.

His heart was melting, flaming, He fell on Eckart’s breast, With sobbing voice exclaiming: “Eckart, my champion best,

Thou stoodst when every other Had fled from me away; Therefore thou art my brother Forever from this day.