And tie me to a stile.
And he was courting the miller’s girl
While I could trot a mile.
And he was courting the miller’s girl
While I could trot a mile.
Never at a loss,
but someday I’ll run
my final race. I’ll be that horse,
but someday I’ll run
my final race. I’ll be that horse,
champing gorse-
brambles below-stirrup,
quidding loss
brambles below-stirrup,
quidding loss
grave-moss.
Brigham
himself—Wild Bill’s horse—
Brigham
himself—Wild Bill’s horse—
led to the fosse,
forehooves at the crumbling
edge, neck raised to the cross-
forehooves at the crumbling
edge, neck raised to the cross-
hairs, knees prancing loss
of upright-standing balance.
Now a plunging-horse
of upright-standing balance.
Now a plunging-horse
swan-dive. Toss
saddle in
after—tooled-leather loss.
Spade dirt over horse!
saddle in
after—tooled-leather loss.
Spade dirt over horse!
