And who are you? the princess said,
That I must bow so low?
Only a horse of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
And a coat of blue or a coat of pink,
A pony still has hooves,
And mine are hard and strong, princess,
As hard and strong as yours.
And so she spoke, and so she spoke,
That horse of Cantermere,
But now the rains trot o'er her hall,
With nopony there to hear.
Yes now the rains trot o'er her hall,
And not a soul to hear.
