How are you doing
My maiden
So fair
How would you like
To ride
My fine mare
Feel the power
Between your legs
As he gallops from a trot
Into the fields ahead
A powerful mare
I must admit
I’m thinking of racing him
Over the sticks
Have you in mind
To see him through
Oh dear maiden
Please let it be you
I named him
Marauder
A steal
At the price
He’s a born winner
With you
As his rider.