Oh, let’s go again a-riding
So late into the night,
For the young heart’s still abiding,
And the moon again is bright.

Though our arms be not as strong,
And our horses tame and slow,
We will sing the good old song
That went with us years ago.

Yes, the night is meant for riding,
See! glideth high the moon!
And with joy-of-soul abiding
We’ll keep the world in tune!