Miri it is while summer last
With fugheles song
Oc nu neheth windes Blast

And weder strong
Ei, Ei! What this night is long!
And ich with wel michel wrong

Soregh and murn and fast
Miri it is 'tween dark and dark
This fleeting stage

'Till we return back to the night
From whence we came
And henceforth our spears take aim

Hope to win eternal fame
Hear our names e'er more