Above the slow hind-wheels below.
Vour hosses wer a-kept to pull
The girt wold waggon when 'twer vull;
The black meäre Smiler, strong enough
To pull a house down by herzuf,
So big, as took my widest strides
To straddle halfway down her zides;
An' champèn Vi'let, sprack an' light,
That foam'd an' pull'd wi' all her might:
An' Whitevoot, leäzy in the treäce,