There was a girl born on the Saskatchewan land,

she loved to ride horses, became quite a hand.  

Everyone could see it was a total no brainer,

that she was born to be a full-time horse trainer.   

Now I’ll tell you this Northern chick had some gall,

’cause she went to work for the Hall-of-Famer named Ralls.   

She worked there day and night on her skills,

he showed her how to teach her horses “the drill.”

 

From there she continued her horse training college,

and worked for Todd Bergen, expanding her knowledge   

When the time finally came, she went out on her own,

where she and her new husband started their home.

   

Horse training sure ain’t for the faint of heart,

It’s a mixture of sore back, frustration, and art.  

Some days the struggle seemed almost too primal,   

Then she made the open futurity final.

 

From there, the cowgirl could not be stopped,

she trained hard, relentless, on her way to the top.  

She soon added another skill to the fray,

Jackie helped to put roping on her resume.

   

World’s Greatest Horseman, was the title she sought,

a win in that crowd, sure cannot be bought.  

She needed a partner, and it might sound trivial.  

He came in a horse named Hazardouz Material.  

The pretty roan stud had all of the parts,

whenever she called on him, he gave her his heart.  

In this world, many times, there’s words that are spoken,

about how glass ceilings were made to be broken.

 

I’ve recently become a proud doting father,

to the most beautiful little cowgirl daughter.  

And some day when she’s older I’ll tell her with pride,

of how I witnessed history that Saturday night.

   

I’ll tell her baby girl anything can be done,

whether buckle, or title, or world to be won.  

I believe there were many a horseman that cried,

and felt a touch of Cowboy pride,

about what happened in the Will Rogers that night.

 

The night the glass ceiling was finally broken,   

And the World’s Greatest Horse-man, was a Woman.