Miri it is while summer ilast 
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