Sister Nell is willing, you see,
A steady, gentle "old horse" to be.
She has carried her driver far and fast,
And now she is ready for rest at last.
Give her some grass, and take good care
Of your pretty horse with the golden hair;
Then off she'll go for another run
With her little driver, till play is done.
O, the breezes, how soft they blow!
Through the tree-tops singing they go: