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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[1] of groats beside.- ↑ A tři kopy ğrošŭ—And three three-score groats. This expression is evidence of the antiquity of this song, as
