The Danish huntsman

Do you hear it in the heather?

Already the grouse is calling.

Come, come, wake yourself,

My father! Hurry to some new adventure!

To the hunt! To the hunt! To the hunt! And God protect you!

And you singing there,

Tonight you will sing no more.

Do you hear the faithful voice

Of your favorite spaniel?

It's getting late. He calls you, he calls you,

So that you will leave with him.

To the hunt! To the hunt! To the hunt! And God protect you!

And you singing there,

Tonight you will sing no more.

Come, come, without waiting longer.

My father, get up, will you!

Come, come! A son's voice, can't you hear it?

You are sleeping quite late this morning.

To the hunt! To the hunt! To the hunt! And God protect you!

And you singing there,

Tonight you will sing no more.

Thus in the cottage spoke

A young boy. Empty wishes!

The old huntsman, his poor father,

Alas! would never repeat:

To the hunt! To the hunt! To the hunt! And God protect you!

And you singing there,

Tonight you will sing no more.