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