The black mare, dying, broke her heart
In one swift gallop; for my part
I dozed; and ever in my brain,
Four hoofs of fire beat out refrain,
A dirge to light us down to death,
A silly rhyme that saith and saith,
“From Belton Castle to Solway side,
Though great hearts break, is three days’ ride!”
The black mare staggered, reeled and fell,
Bearing my love down ... a great bell