There once lived a fiddler in Frankfurt-am-Main

There once lived a fiddler in Frankfurt-am-Main,

who was on his way home from a merry celebration;

he arrived at the market, and what did he see?

Fair women feasting - there were so many in that place.

"You! Hunchbacked fiddler, if you fiddle for us now

we will pay you a handsome reward!

Fiddle nimbly a fine dance,

for we celebrate Walpurgis Night tonight!"

The fiddler scratched out a vivacious dance,

and the ladies danced the Rose-Wreath,

and then the first one spoke: "My dear son,

you play so merrily - have now your reward!"

At once she grasped him agilely under his jerkin

and removed the hump from his back:

"Go forth now, my tall young man,

now any maiden would take you on the spot!"