Sister, sister, when will we go home?"

"Sister, sister, when will we go home?"

"In the morning when the roosters crow,

We will go home,

Brother, brother, then we will go home."

"Sister, sister, when will we go home?"

"In the morning when the day dawns,

Before the fun has ended,

Brother, brother, the festive bustle.

"Sister, sister, to be sure, it's time."

"My sweetheart is dancing with me.

If I go, he'll dance with her,

Brother, brother, leave me now."

"Sister, sister, why are you so pale?"

"It's the morning light

On my cheeks,

Brother, brother, which are damp with dew."

"Sister, sister, why are you staggering so wanly?"

"Find my chamber door,

Find my little bed,

Brother, brother, it will be nice to be beneath the grass."