Many rocks the rapid has a lot of billows the sea more plentiful are my cares then cones on a spruce beard moss on a juniper gnarls upon a pine bark knobs upon a fir husks on a grass-top boughs on a bad tree. Drag my cares away carry off my griefs for no horse can draw no iron-shod jerk without the shaft-bow shaking off the cares of this skinny one the sorrows of this black bird
