The Ballad of The Three Pony Tribes
“Three ol' tribes when the world was young
With a windigo wind their hearts were stung
The Pegasi with wings to fly
Unicorns made the evening sky
the Earths they grew wheat and rye
—Yo ho, yo ho
But in an ice-cold storm nothing can grow
the fields were drowned in hail and snow
their hooves just scraped upon bare ground
—Lick the salt, and pass it around, yoho!
Three pony leaders with hearts so brave
but two were the masters, one was the slave
Hurricane with a thirst for blood
Platinum with her fear of mud
Puddinghead... who just was very strange
—Yo ho, yo ho
They each set out to follow a star
found the same place and started a war
flags were risen and the trumpet sound
—Lick the salt, and pass it around, yoho!
Puddinghead with her weapon out
said: ‘Sun, moon and clouds we’ll do without!’
to Hurricane when his head fell down
To Platinum with her worried frown
said: ‘this is where I’ll build my town’
—Yo ho, yo ho
Swiftly dying with a knife in throat
left Puddinghead with time to gloat
‘fore her body fell bleeding on the ground
—Lick the salt, and pass it around, yoho!
But Puddinghead, she needed heirs
so she gave birth to three young mares:
Celestia, she was the first
Luna second, though she was cursed
and a third one but she died at birth
—Yo ho, yo ho
The curse on Luna, it took hold
Like a windigo her heart turned cold
by hate and rage, she was bound
—Lick the salt, and pass it around, yoho!
Celestia rules with an iron hoof
Just look around if you need proof
But Luna would have none o’ that
her eyes shone bright just like a cat
when she came up to where she sat
—Yo ho, yo ho
into the throne room to challenge her rule
that’s when she learned this pony is cruel
said ‘this cruel old mare she must be downed!’
—Lick the salt, and pass it around, yoho!
Luna gathered her resistance
poor young mare she had no chance
rebels ruled ‘till the army came
This land will always be the same
for Celestia, no force can tame
—Yo ho, yo ho
the rebellion snapped just like a twig
Luna got to dance the hempin’ jig
Her body never put in sacred ground
—Lick the salt, and pass it around, yoho!”
~From Equestrian Shanties, compiled by William Wright