And who are you, the princess said,

that I must bow so low?

Only a mare of a different coat,

that's all the truth I know.

In a purple coat or a coat of pink,

a uni has her horn,

And mine is magical my lord,

as magical as yours.

And so she spoke, and so she spoke,

princess of Canterlot,

But now the rains weep in Ponyville,

with no one there to hear.

Yes now the rains weep in Ponyville,

and nopony to hear.