The second verse, the way we used to sing it at Osito Rancho goes:


We are riding in the evening back to my father's house
Hear the bridle all a-jingle, bells ring so gay
trotting trotting down the long lone road
then down the green home road
smell the cooking done in best home mode
happiness there!

That was in 1945 and I still sing it to my horse as we are going home.