Worse luck for him! the following morning
With simper sauntered in;
Squinted at what the saint was doing
But never smoked the mischief brewing
Putting his foot in't; soon the shoeing
Did holy smith begin
Oh! 'twas worth coin to see him seize
That ugly leg, and 'twixt his knees
Firmly the pastern grasp
The shoe he tried on, burning hot