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