Give me a horse, a fine young horse,
A charger built for speed
And to Gretna, you and I will ride,
Upon this chestnut steed.
My lass, I’ve loved you summer long,
Though twenty more you’ve lived
And to the wind, my wealth I’ll cast
If your love you’d only give.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem