It scamper’d right northward away.
O’er rocks, over mountains and ditches,
Dike-gutters and hedges it speels;
A courser could never keep stretches
With it for a large share of heels:
From hill unto dale like a fairy,
It hurry’d and pranced along,
While Geordy was in a quandary,
And knew not what way it was gone.
A day or two after, have at it,