It's evening, it's evening, it's eight o'clock.

It's evening, it's evening, the clock strikes eight, ; Poor Brown Hansel is standing outside the gate. ; He stands at the gate, they call him to the cottage, ; But he just says that he's not going there. ; ; He went into the room, sat down on the sofa, ; His two friends are waiting at the gate. ; Come, Hansel, come, Hansel, we'll deal with you, ; By morning the soul will leave you. ; ; They caught Hansel, they cut him down on the ground, ; They soaked the ground with his beautiful red blood. ; He could only say one thing, let him die, ; Let my beautiful red blood flow. ; ; His baby has gone to have a headstone made, ; To write a few lines on a black headstone. ; You were the first and last in my heart, ; The walnut coffin is ready for you.