Girls and boys, hark, do you hear
sweet music without your door?
Tis the Herbleck, on his pipes,
as he dances ‘cross the moor.
With boots of green, and coat of blue,
and pipes that silver shine,
come out, come out, come out tonight
and dance with me and mine
Boys and girls, get out your beds,
come, heed the Herbleck’s call.
Dance with him in the moonlight,
and never return, at all.