Midsummer Fair -

Walking home late from midsummer fair

A drunken man stumbled alone

A bitter wind blew through the dirt in his hair

And the branches were rattling like bones like bones

The branches were rattling like bones

Suddenly a pack of glowing black dogs

Came bounding toward him from the woods

Riding behind was a richly dressed huntsman

His saddle weighed down with fine goods fine goods

His saddle weighed down with fine goods

«Oh huntsman please share your spoils with me.»

The drunkard did say with a grin

A thing wrapped in white the huntsman threw down

Then galloped away once again again

He galloped away once again

Inside he found his poor infant child

So blue and so cold to the touch

Then it did twist and fall to the ground

Then shriveled and turned into dust to dust

It shriveled and turned into dust

He hurried on home to see his old wife

Who waited for him at the door

Tears filled her eyes and she shrieked in the night

«Our child is with us no more no more

Our child is with us no more.»