Come, sweet companions, come,
The full moon shines, the sun declines.
We’ll spend the night in fun;
With playful mirth, we’ll trip the earth,
To meadows green let’s go
We’re full of joy, without alloy,
Which mortals may not know.
“Singing, singing, through the night,
Dancing, dancing, with our might,
Where the moon the moor doth light;