And harrow and plough and ruffian and cow,
He fastened them all together.
“And now, my friend,” he sweetly said,
“Since you have not the strength to rise,
The means for a ride I am glad to provide,
And I trust that the same you’ll prize!”
He pulled a switch from the wayside ditch,
Gave Moolly a sounding blow,
And off with a wallop she set at a gallop,