It's the funeral of my friend Who is quite dead, But don't you cry a tear Until heard what I said
It's going to be a feast In the middle of the day And we will eat and dance Tap our feet and sway
We'll clothe him in a cloak Of crumpled crimson silk, For his head a flower crown Would bathe him in milk
Play our fiddles sweet And sing some merry songs Blow some tunes out of our flutes And click our silver prongs
When midnight will come We will stop all the fun; Start a pyre And everyone will run
Round and round the coffin marble white Chant the old Witch's mighty lullaby, Light up my friend as we watch Him turn into a star in the sky.