If any ’orse can do it
You’ll be there before the end.
You’ll try and save my baby’s life.”
Then on to ’is back I leapt
An’ clattered out o’ the stable yard,
An’ the squire sat down an’ wept.
The ’orse seemed to know what was wanted,
An’ he galloped away with a will,
Seven long miles of ’ard ’igh road
And five o’ them right up ’ill.