1. You brindled beast through whom I've lost her! Out of my sight! the devil take you! And, 'pon my soul! this is no jest, This year I'll rest not till I break you. 2. Satanic Ananias blast you! Is that the way you learned to carry? Your master in the mud to hurl Before the girl he meant to marry. 3. The everlasting night fiend ride you! My curse cling closer than your saddle! Hell's ravens pick your eyes like eggs! You scarecrow with your legs astraddle! 4. And it was only yesterday too I gave the stable-boy a shilling To stuff your belly full of hay For fear you'd play this trick, you villain! 5. I gave you oats, you thankless devil! And saved your life, you graceless fiend, you! From ragged mane to scrubby tail I combed and brushed and scraped and cleaned you.

6. You brute! the devil scorch and burn you! You had a decent mare for mother, And many a pound I've spent on hay To feed you one day and another. 7. The best of reins, the finest saddle, Good crupper and good pad together, Stout hempen girth - for these I've paid, And breastplate made of Spanish leather. 8. What's the excuse? What blindness caused it? That bias in your indirections That made a windmill of your legs And lost for good my Meg's affections. 9. With my left spur I'll slash and stab you And run it through the heart within you And with the right I'll take great lumps Out of your rumps until I skin you. 10. If ever again I go a-courting Across your back - may Hellfire melt you! Then may I split my fork in twain And lose the girl again as well too!

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