ŪSIŅŠ RIDES OVER THE HILL

Ūsiņš rides over the hill
On a horse of stone
He brings leaves for the trees
Green clover for the ground

In a day of Ūsiņš, in a day of Mārtiņš
I made the sweet beer
Mārtiņš grew the barley
Ūsiņš raised good horses

Hey Ūsiņš, good man!
Ride with me on the pastures
I will start a little fire
You will herd the horses

For Ūsiņš, I sacrificed a cock
With nine curls on his comb
So my horse can run
Along nine pathways