Now the hungry lion roars And the wolf be-howls Whilst the heavy ploughman snores all with weary tasks foredone Now the wasted brands do glow Whilst the screech owls screeching loud Puts the wretch that lies in well in remembrance of a shroud Now it is the time of night That the graves all gaping wide Everyone let's forth his sprite In the church where pass to glide And we fairies that do run by the Triple Heckett's team From the presence of a sun following darkness like a dream Now our frolic! Not a mouse shall disturb this hallowed house I am sent with broom before To sweep the dust behind the door