There once was a mount that hid from me,
She was known as Old Blanchy,
But her luck ran out and she met her death,
And now she’s found in Revendreth.
Soon may the Sinrunner come,
so we can get this daily done,
We’ll get the reins and we’ll run,
To make our way back home.
Some oats and a comb, those you’ll need,
Four horseshoes for this spectral steed,
Water, a blanket, and some apples too,
To get this horse to follow you.
Soon may the Sinrunner come,
so we can get this daily done,
We’ll get the reins and we’ll run,
To make our way back home.