No earthly debtor but accounts to Fate.
She turned aside, telling with bitter oaths
What Ern should suffer if he turned agen,
And there was Jimmy stripping off his clothes
Within a little ring of farming men.
'Now, Jimmy, put the old tup into pen.'
His mother, watching, thought her heart would curdle,
To see Jim drag the old ram to the hurdle.
Then the ram butted and the game began,
Till Jimmy's muscles cracked and the ram grunted.