Rider, on steed of gray,
Tell me where you’ll ride today?
“I’m off to Copenhagen,
To buy a bright red wagon.”
Could you bring me something, too,
For my babe with eyes of blue?
“Pray, shall I bring a toy
For your little girl or boy?”
No, bring our babe some walking shoes,
For these our darling soon may use;
That is all I ask of you,
For my babe with eyes of blue.
