Damn you, cursed covered bridge,
Damn your easy way,
Damn your timbers strong and high
That let her slip away!
Opposed by torrent moat she was
Compelled to wait and try.
But no! You let her ride across
And keep her corset dry!
Within her surrey black and sleek,
By dappled stallion drawn,
You let her pass without dispute;
Satanic stilted spawn!
We quarreled once or twice ‘tis true
But now she’s gone for good.
I’ve half a mind to strike a fire
And torch your rotting wood!
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