None saw them go;
When they went on the steppes
The fine grey horse
Took bit in mouth,
Plunged in the stream
And its rider slew.
“O love of mine,
Lean close, lean close!
Till he bring you safe
To the farther shore.
None saw them go;
When they went on the steppes
The fine grey horse
Took bit in mouth,
Plunged in the stream
And its rider slew.
“O love of mine,
Lean close, lean close!
Till he bring you safe
To the farther shore.