But Barney, naughty Barney,
Had mischief in him still;
For when the laughing coachman tried
To lead him up the hill,
His donkeyship determined
That he would yet have fun,
So braced himself and stood stock still
As if he weighed a ton!
But mighty was the coachman
And pulled with such a will
That Barney soon was being dragged
Full roughly up the hill.
"Well, well!" at last thought Barney,
"The coachman is so strong,
I might as well be good just now,"
And so he walked along.
And when he reached the stable
And stood within his stall
You'd scarce believe so meek a beast
Could run away at all!
