‘A CH , but how I love to ride
Vos, my trusty horse and tried
With his steady tireless tripple
Easy as the rhyming ripple
Of a shallow, singing spruit,
That works early hours and late,
And gambols as it ambles
In the sun.

‘Chasing eland on the plains,
When I drop my bridle-reins
To lift my gun, Vos gallops on,
Like a river in the sun,
Like a river, strong and deep,
That swerves along with steady sweep,
Brightly gleaming, bravely streaming,
In the sun.

‘And when near the wagon side
On my Vos, I gaily ride,
With young Sannie looking on,
Who to me is moon and sun,
Vos will arch his neck to tune
With the curve of the new moon,
And he cocks his flowing tail,
Proud as eagle in full sail,
For, of course, the cunning horse
Knows that Sannie's looking on,
In the sun.’

Chorus:
‘My sporting horse, my courting horse,
Swift and steady, ever ready;
My riding horse, my striding horse,
Safe in battle, smart with cattle;
Ach, what kingdoms can be won
With a horse and with a gun!
So I ride, with joy and pride,