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Oh, now has faded from the West / A sunset red as wine, / And beast and bird are hushed to rest / When the jolly yellow moon doth shine.
Come comrades, roam we round the mead / Where couch the sleeping kine; / The breath of night blows soft indeed, / And the jolly yellow moon doth shine.
And step we slowly, friend with friend, / Let arm with arm entwine. / And voice with voice together blend, / For the jolly yellow moon doth shine.
Whether we loudly sing or soft, / The tune goes wondrous fine; / Our chorus sure will float aloft / Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine.