white feet, and her shoulders sore,
—Galled by a poke,—and the owner is asked
to call at the pound and take her away.”
Well, Hoskins knew she was his all right, but,
you see, he hadn’t wherewith to pay.
The cow was breachy—she wasn’t to blame,
for Hoskins had turned her abroad to roam;
She had to battle for daily grass, for the bovine
cupboard was bare at home.
So Hoskins had hitched on her withered neck a