In the judge's court
We fix the horses in their stall,
And ask a gift from all.

Come, my mother, come!
Let thy generous hand be seen,
Pouring presents on the queen.

Many a present thou—
Many a present thou shalt bring
For the queen and for the king.

We will build a throne
For the king, of precious stones,
And of gold that's fit for thrones.

For the queen we'll build
Thrones of peacock's feathers, dight,
With the flowers of May-time bright.

Household mother! come,
To the king a friendly greeting,
Welcome to the queen repeating.

Generous offerings your's—
Baskets seven of eggs provide,
And three kops of groats beside.