I wanted to go a-riding,
To arrive before the door of my beloved,
She is looking for me from afar,
And says with great joy:
"See yonder the adornment of my heart,
How he is trotting toward me.
Trot, dear horse, trot,
Trot on and on."

  The rein, I let it free,
And shot off to her,
I greeted her in a friendly manner,
And spoke with sweet words:
"My treasure, my greatest adornment,
What are you doing in front of the door?
Trot, dear horse, trot,
Trot over to her."

  I sprang from the horse of mine,
And tied it to the door,
Joyfully I embraced her,
Time did not hang heavy on our hands,
We walked in the garden
With loving desire;
Trot, dear horse, trot,
Trot softly forth.

  We sat down
In the green grass,
And sang, every now and then,
The old love songs,
Until our eyes were wet with tears,
Because of the hatred of the yappers
Trot, dear horse, trot,
Trot, trot on your way.