'Are you awake, Gemelli, 
This frosty night?' 
'We'll be awake till reveillé, 
Which is Sunrise,' say the Gemelli, 
'It's no good trying to go to sleep: 
If there's wine to be got we'll drink it deep, 
But sleep is gone for to-night, 
But sleep is gone for to-night.' 

'Are you cold too, poor Pleiads, 
This frosty night?' 
'Yes, and so are the Hyads: 
See us cuddle and hug,' say the Pleiads, 
'All six in a ring: it keeps us warm: 
We huddle together like birds in a storm: 
It's bitter weather to-night, 
It's bitter weather to-night.' 

'What do you hunt, Orion, 
This starry night?' 
'The Ram, the Bull and the Lion, 
And the Great Bear,' says Orion, 
'With my starry quiver and beautiful belt 
I am trying to find a good thick pelt 
To warm my shoulders to-night, 
To warm my shoulders to-night.' 

'Did you hear that, Great She-bear, 
This frosty night?' 
'Yes, he's talking of stripping me bare 
Of my own big fur,' says the She-bear, 
'I'm afraid of the man and his terrible arrow: 
The thought of it chills my bones to the marrow, 
And the frost so cruel to-night! 
And the frost so cruel to-night!'

'How is your trade, Aquarius, 
This frosty night?' 
'Complaints is many and various 
And my feet are cold,' says Aquarius, 
'There's Venus objects to Dolphin-scales, 
And Mars to Crab-spawn found in my pails, 
And the pump has frozen to-night, 
And the pump has frozen to-night.'