At Halle in the market-place
There stand two mighty lions;
Ha! truculent Halle lion-folk,
Ha, ha! how tame we've made you!

At Halle in the market-place
There stands a mighty giant;
He grasps a sword; yet never stirs,
Terror has petrified him.

At Halle in the market-place
There stands a mighty minster;
Where citizens and country folk
Have space to pray in plenty.