The History of Leith

January 20, 2007

The Carter’s Horse

MY mouth I’ll open for the dumb,
My plea is for the meek,
Who suffer by the men they serve,
But suffering, cannot speak.

Of all the tribes of beasts on earth,
The poor, hard-working horse,
I think that I may truly say,
There’s none that’s used worse.

The carters are as cruel men
As ever I did know; [smash,
With whips they lash, with sticks they
To make their horses go.

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