So once more he was up to be sold.
This time he was sold to a dealer,
A good enough man, I daresay,
Who hired him out, to the first man who asked,
Owner’s risk, for two guineas a day.
And so he went on for five seasons,
Sometimes out three days in the week,
Which is hard on a horse, but he could’nt complain,
For the poor Cavalier could’nt speak.
One day he was hired to a cockney,