The farmer and the farmer's man,
To see what they could do.
Some carried whips to whip him;
Some, oats to coax him near;
Some called, "Come here, you foolish beast!"
And some, "Come, Barney, dear."
But not a whit cared Barney
For cross or coaxing word;
And clatter, clatter, clatter still,
His little hoofs were heard.
And all across the meadow,
And up and o'er the hill,
And through the woods and down the dale
He galloped with a will.
And into every hay field
And through the swamp and mire
Still Barney ran and ran and ran
As if he'd never tire!
