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,
And I greeted her in a friendly manner,
And spoke with sweet words:
"My treasure, my greatest adornment,
What are you doing here 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
She gazed into my eyes;
Trot, dear horse, trot,
Trot softly forth.

  We sat down
In the green grass,
And sang, every now and then,

Ah! if I still knew what?
Oh, darling, what is this,
Your eyes are becoming wet with tears!

Trot, dear horse, trot,
Trot, trot on your way.