There was movement at the fief, for the word had passed around
That the pony from Olden' Ranch had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the fiefs near and far
Had mustered at the castle overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the pony snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Otou-sama, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up -
He would go wherever horse and man could go.
And Astrid of the Isekai came down to lend a hand,
No better horseman ever held the reins;
For never pony could throw her while the saddle girths would stand,
She learnt to ride while cheating with magic.