He was much attached to his ancient mate;
So the parson “hitched them together,”
And, when they went-on their bridle tour,
His heart was as light as a feather.
We all remember her awful fate,
On that sad November day,
When nothing remained but a heap of trash,
That once was a beautiful “shay.”
Oh! what could stir-up the equine breast
Like this fearful, harrowing blow?