Into which six would often cram;
His mother was of lineage high,
Himself was worth—well worth his dam.
He plunged, he kick’d, he reared, he snorted,
With ears erect and eye distorted;
He switched his tail, he show’d his hoof—
E’en Widdicomb had kept aloof
At sight of such a noble steed,
He was a precious beast indeed.
They seized me fiercely by the daddle;