Stow’d snug in thee! stow’d snug in thee!
I am where I would wish to be.
While the rain above and the mud below
Affect me not where’er I go—
Though the sleet and the slush be ankle deep,
What matters while I can ride so cheap?
What matters? etc.
I love, oh how I love to ride,
In cosy converse side by side,
With some sweet sly enchanting one,