He set the thief's horse in a gallop,—
You need not bid the old man ride!
"O, stay! O, stay!" says the thief,
"And thou half my share shalt have;"
"Nay, marry, not I," quoth the old man,
"For once I've bitten a knave!"
This thief he was not content,
He thought there must be bags,
So he up with his rusty sword,
And chopped the old saddle to rags.