I shall carry my rider wherever he desires.
I shall be true to my rider until he shall expire.
I pray I shall live to see the battle’s victor,
Even if it be so that my rider may be no more.
I hope I shall look into the eyes of the great king Theoden,
Or perhaps see the evenstar, Arwen.
I wish once more to hail Eowyn and Eomer,
Eowyn the beautiful, and her brother in shining armor.
I shall serve the Rohirrim to my ending,
Let not the enemy take me and use me to my spending.
I will not let Rohan fall while blood is in me,
Even if I have no rider, and fall before the victory.
Hail Rohan and the horses of Rohirrim!