Classic Poem

O, little boy in the West Countree,
Up with the sun to-day!
Get out your little “trabbling” hat
With its flowers and ribbons gay.

Get out your yellow Browney horse
And feed him well with hay,
And brush him down and groom him well,
You must ride far to-day.

The horse without a mane or tail,
The horse with legs but three,
Must travel far and travel fast
To bring you safe to me.

Then rein him up and get the whip,
The buggy whip will do,
The new one with the cracker that
The big boys hide from you.

A thousand miles there lies between
Of wood and waving plain,
And deep ravines where waters rush,
And rocks washed white with rain.

Soon falls the night on those wide plains,
And the winds are swift and cold,
But what can fright that gallant steed
And my dashing horseman bold?

Then never mind the rivers wide,
Or miles between that be,
But jump upon your steed and ride
Across the hills to me.