1 . . . He led me out to water, as you may understand.
He walked along ahead of me with the halter in his hand.
I reared up on my hind feet and scared old Robert so,
He let go of the halter, and from him I did go.

2 I hopped and jumped and skipped about, played every prank I knew,
Till old Dent and his neighbors, they soon did me pursue. . . .

3 He led me to the barn that night—oh, how he cussed me sore!
He pulled a stake out of the fence and pounded me full sore.
You'd have thought my ribs they run both ways, the welts were swelled so high,
For they were like two checkerboards, or something very nigh.

4 It's then I struck for freedom, for I could stand no more.
I first employed my hind feet onto the stable door.
You'd have thought by lightning it was struck to see it in the air.
It all fell down in splinters, that caused old Dent to swear.

5 Now to conclude and finish, and bring all things around,
My weight is eleven hundred and forty-seven pounds.
I've never had no mate as yet; there's none can conquer me!
I am the only Messenger today on Miramichi.