Which of the fairest three
Today will ride with me?
My steeds are all pawing on the thresholds of Morn:
Which of the fairest three
Today will ride with me?
Across the gold Autumn's whole kingdoms of corn?
I will, I - I - I -
O young Apollo let me fly along with thee,
I will, I - I - I -
The many, many wonders see -
I - I - I - I -
And thy lyre shall never have a slackened string.
I - I - I - I -
Thro' the whole day will sing.