Dead in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there,
So I'll tell you by and bye, how Moss caught his mare.
Rise! stupid, rise! he thus to her did say;
Arise, you beast, you drowsy beast, get up without delay,
For I must ride you to the town, so don't lie sleeping there;
He put the halter round her neck—so Moss caught his mare.
