And they will make, I ween, besides,
Morocco leather from their hides;
And so contrive that every coffin,
Which serves to lug a dead rogue off in,
Shall answer, if it be not made ill,
For living child, a clever cradle.
And though they say, on man and horse,
The tractors act with equal force;
Still some among us can get through it,
And swear old Satan helps him do it!