(From: Koelin)
Translated by Ed Bernthal

The clock in that place struck ten
The time is up, we must go on
Holla, holla, holle.

They both put their feet into the stirrups
And gave the girls a parting greeting
Holla, holla, holle.

Good night, good night, dear girls
We can no longer stay with you
Holla, holla, holle.

They rode over the new bridge
There the horses shied
Holla, holla, holle.

The one horse broke its leg
The youth injured his head
Holla, holla, holle.

With a worried mind, to Kamenz
He let them take him to a surgeon
Holla, holla, holle.

‘Oh surgeon, my dear surgeon,
Cure me of all my wounds
Holla, holla, holle.’

“I might cure this or that
But you I can not cure anymore.
Holla, holla, holle.”

“I can cure you only so far
Till they put on you a death cloth
Holla, holla, holle.”

“The death cloth so white and cleam
Put on you the square wreath
Holla, holla, holle.”

And it was two students who composed
This song on a dark night.
Holla, holla, holle.



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