text:  And Ulrick too his noble son Ha ha! his might ye know; Old Eberhard's boast his noble son Not he the boy ye rogues to run How stout soe'er the foe! The Reutling lads with envy saw Our glories day by day; The Reutling lads shall give the law-- The Reutling lads the sword shall draw-- O Lord--how hot were they! Out Ulrick went and beat them not-- To Eberhard back he came-- A lowering look young Ulrick got-- Poor lad his eyes with tears were hot-- He hung his head for shame