That thar’s Jerushee—I know her by the bonnet!”
Along the dusty road the horses speed,
And inch by inch old Moses takes the lead.
Jerusha gets excited, now she’s winning,
And all her former anger dies a-grinning.
“Come on, old Disbelief, old Satan’s crony,
Don’t lag behind on any ceremony!
Take my advice: Before you give much sass
Jes’ turn yer horses out on Sunday grass.”
Old Mose had forged ahead at such a rate