Of finer figure never trod the course, -
Yours, without question?” - “Yes! I think a groom
Bought me the beast; I cannot say the sum
I ride him not; it is a foolish pride
Men have in cattle - but my people ride;
The boy is - hark ye, sirrah! what’s your name?
Ay, Jacob, yes! I recollect - the same;
As I bethink me now, a tenant’s son -
I think a tenant, - is your father one?”
There was an idle boy who ran about,