Gallop faster, steed
the river flashes rays of silver as you speed
Moonlight on my trail
hooves thump on ground as fast as hands on drums of clay
So run with mighty push
because a guy from Iwol bush
wants to marry me
I’m sick to work the churn
to saw the hides that father’s earned
I so long to flee
Run, colt, run
‘ cross ravines and meadows
to the village gates
hasten to the one who waits
Hurry, stallion, go
I’ll patch and saw a leather shelter for my beau
butter beaten fresh
I’ll keep the pot hot while I mend his fishing mesh
and if my fighter brave
in combat finds an early grave
here I state my plight
I’ll see that all be done
the best I can to raise my son
Run, my horse, tonight
Run, colt, run
to my lover’s dwelling
to his sphinx-like gaze
to who can set me ablaze