Over the wooden jump,

Over the broken lump.

Over the swing n' fence,

Over the mean n' sense.

Then over the River of Freedom,

To the Field of Manes.



All kinds flow as one,

In a single unit of past victories won.

Four legs, multiple beings, but one heart,

Like a beautiful work of art,

To the River of Freedom,

To the Field of Manes.



They graze upon the gentle grass,

One watching all in daylight pass.

The night, the day, the bad, the good,

White, black, paint and all in the covered mud.

All in the River of Freedom,

All in the Field of Manes



Long live the four-legged beings!

Long live the single heart of beating!

Horses ever more!

Horses to the core!

In the River of Freedom,

Are the Field of Manes.