(A rope was round him, ready):
“Just watch me rope her hind leg tight
And stop her, staunch and steady!”
He threw and caught her fast and fair,
It set their blood to fighting—
They saw him sailing through the air,
A tail he was—and kiting!
Now Ullin had a mother-in-law,
A saint she was from Zion;
Her lungs were rubber, cheeks were bra’,