1. Saint Martin, Saint Martin,
Saint Martin rode through snow and wind,
his horse, it carried him away quickly.
Saint Martin rode with light courage,
his cloak kept him warm and good.

2. In the snow sat, in the snow sat,
in the snow, there sat a poor man,
has no clothes, has rags on.
"Oh help me in my distress,
otherwise the bitter frost is my death!"

3. Saint Martin, Saint Martin,
Saint Martin pulled the reins,
His horse stood still by the poor man.
Saint Martin with the sword divides
the warm cloak without delay.

4. Saint Martin, Saint Martin,
Saint Martin gave half quietly,
the beggar wants to thank him quickly.
But Saint Martin rode away in haste
with his part of the cloak.

5. Saint Martin, Saint Martin,
Saint Martin lies down quietly to rest,
then the Lord appeared in a dream.
He said: "Thank you, you horseman,
for what you have done to me."

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