Born to the saddle, born to the bit
Stable, and manger, and fold
Naught could I do for to make change of it
Stable, and manger, and fold

The hard-handed humans are fond of the whip
Stable, and manger, and fold
The carriage that rattles, the braces that trip
Stable, and manger, and fold

That was my life from the time of my birth
Stable, and manger, and fold
Thus is the life of the Horses of Earth
Stable, and manger, and fold

To gaze past the blinders to pastures of green
Stable, and manger, and fold
To graze in the open, in worlds not seen
Stable, and manger, and fold

These were my goals, and I strove for to reach them
Stable, and manger, and fold
Somehow I managed to find and to keep them
Stable, and manger, and fold

Now, in Furcadia, freedom has found me
Stable, and manger no more
Thus ends my story, I start a new memory
Stable, and manger no more