When Farmer Gill that morning fair

When Farmer Gill that morning fair Came out and viewed his jaded mare, I may not here in verse repeat His exclamations all complete. He gnashed his teeth, and glared around, And struck his fists, and stamped the ground, And chased the dog across the farm, Because it failed to give alarm. "I'd give a stack of hay," he cried, "To catch the rogue who stole the ride!" But still awry suspicion flew,— Who stole the ride he never knew.