Basel: Den Blinde Mand

Todt zum Blinden:
DEin Wegzeiger schneid ich dir ab,
   Tritt sittlich fallst mir sonst ins Grab,
Du armer blinder alter Stock,
   In deinem bösen bletzten Rock.

Der blind Mann:
EIn blinder Mann ein armer Mann,
   Sein Muß vnd Brodt nicht g'winnen kan,
Köndt nicht ein Tritt gehn ohn mein Hund:
   GOtt sey g'lobt, daß hie ist die Stund.

Here I cut off your leader small,
Hold short, else in the ditch you'll fall;
You poor, blind, old and useless one
With your worn coat, torn, patched & done.

A poor blind man I must be led,
And cannot earn my daily bread;
Without my dog I'm stuck quite fast,
Thank God my hour has come at last.

    Death to the Blindman.
Thy leader now I cut thee off,
Take care o'er in this grave thou'll drop,
You poor, and old blind stock,
In thy bad and pached coat.

    Answer of the Blindman.
A blindman is a poor man,
Who for his food no work do can
Ne're could I go without my hound,
God be praised, that my hour does sound.