Th’ piebald horse laid thee low, th’ piebald horse laid thee low,
The piebald horse laid thee low, beside the fatal wall breach.
Maiden waesome sad am I, whom scarce know they since the day
When he fixed the marriage ring then on my finger gaily.
Oh! alas, I wasn’t there, Oh! alas, I wasn’t there,
Oh! alas, I wasn’t there, by thy right hand to take thee.
Oh, I am filled with grief, tear-drops streaming down my cheek,
Mourning for my youthful chief, who newly rode the piebald.
Rider of th’ bounding black, bounding black, bounding black,
Rider of th’ bounding black, so mangled by the piebald.