A literal translation, sung to the tune of the Strawberry Roan

  Der Abbara Gall			The Other Horse
  
  Dat drunna in de galls' korrel  Down in the horse corral
  Dat vor er g'stunna		there he was standing
  Sy schwantz ere vor hinna	his tail in the back
  Sy kopf ere funna		his head in the front
  Mit sy kopf in de hey		with his head up high
  Und sy schwantz hinna draus	and his tail straight out
  Ich hop ihn g'gukt		I looked at him
  Und bin schprunna fas haus	and ran for the house
  
  Ich hop glangt fa der zahm	I reached for the bridle
  Und no fa der saddle		and then for the saddle
  Ich hop g'saht ich raight ihn 	I said I would ride him
  fa un dalla un a faddle	  	for a dollar and a quarter
  Ich hop un gonny sack grigt	I got a gunny sack
  Un sy auwa zu g'bunna		and tied it around his eyes
  Hop der saddle druff g'schlapt 	then I slapped on the saddle
  Un my finga uff g'shunna	skinning my finger
  
  Ich hop my fus in der stirrup 	I put my foot in the stirrup
  Und bin druff g'chumpt		and on him I jumped
  Hop der blint ap g'tzauwa	I pulled off his blind
  Ich hop g'vist vas necht kumpt	wondering what would come next
  Ich hop ihn g'kicked		I kicked his side
  Un in de hey sin mir g'flauwa	and into the air we flew
  Hop my auwa zu g'drickt		I pressed my eyes tight shut
  Und hop hodda g'zuawa		and pulled hard
  
  Ere haut mich nunna g'bucked	He bucked me off straight down
  Grauht nunna uff der kopf	right on my head
  Ich hop g'glaubt ich gey veida	I believed I would go farther
  Ava dat hop ich g'schopt	but there I stopped dead
  Ich vor im drecht 		I was in filth
  biss nuff un de gnee		up to my knees
  Ava smencht da fon wa jusht	though most of it was just
  So gele misht bree.  		Very yellow manure juice