Оригинален текст
My saddle horse has died and no one was in time
To save him or to reach me with the news that I'm without a mount to ride
My saddle horse has died
My saddle horse has died and no one can provide
The slightest bit of reason to encourage me to go on with this life
My saddle horse has died
My saddle horse has died and with him goes my pride
For without a charging steed beneath me I can hardly call myself a knight
My saddle horse has died
My saddle horse has died
My saddle horse has died and I am sick inside
With thoughts of armies infidel attacking when I cannot join the fight
My saddle horse has died and I am sick inside
With thoughts of heathen victories unfolding when I have been left behind
My saddle horse has died