Hail, dear Eru up Above! Send down your never ending love.
May my Rider take care of me. May my Rider see the beauty in me.
If today is training day. I pray that they will use a soft bit, I pray.
The Rider should feed me and I should get groomining.
The hay I should get should be good chewing
Will today be a good time, will there be a battle chime.
And as Rohrrim Horse, what will be today’s course.
I can jump and run. I could stand too long in the sun.
If I were to die. Would the Riders cry?
I may go to the Throne Room, I may look at a weaving loom.
I could go with my owner to the pub for a Ale. I could give Éomér & Éowyn a Hail.
Eru I think I am Blessed. Horses in Rohan are treated best.
Yet I say this little prayer. So no trap do I get snared.
With this praise, I know I will be correctly raised.
I hail you Eru, Lord. May no evil ever cross the Rohan Ford