Oh, such a brightly coloured white with a mane just as bright

That stallion is a strong and beautiful sight

The commander's dear horse, it did rear

Half from shock of the kick, half from fear

But the front hooves, they landed

The commander commanded:

"Move out and charge! Seize the day!"

So they galloped and trotted down brae

After steel clashed with iron to let out a ring

After thousands had fallen in the name of the king

After the battle's long and drawn-out conclusion

"Victory!" was heard throughout the confusion

And although the battle was won by the glorious

It seemed, less and less, like something victorious

For dead in the field: the commander, the dominant

With his horse, ghostly white, making bloodstains more prominent