To see as the cattle is all safe and sound.
’Twas nigh three veeks ago, or perhaps rather more,
Ven vun morning, as usual, I unlocks the door,—
(Tho’ I ought to ha’ mentioned I alvays does lock it,
And buttons the key in my right breeches pocket)—
I opens the door, Marm, and there vas Brown Bess,
Your ladyship’s mare, in a horribul mess;
Reg’lar kivered all over vith sveat, foam, and lather,
Laying down in her stall—sich a sight for a father!
Vhile a saddle and bridle, as hung there kvite clean