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
Zu Höherem ward auserwählt, der schaffen kann das Neue,
doch liegt die Wurzel tief im Grund, zum Alten halt die Treue!