Jessop

 
The horse looked so strong as we put him to the cart
from the shires he came heavy muscles, no pedigree.
From whence we did not know or care
There was a lot to do, fences to repair
poles to carry and wire to the ten-acre by the wood.
Sheep got out last night into Wainwright's wheat
there's more no doubt when we have time to count.
‘Chuck on some more he'll take it in his stride’.
Its muddy down by the wood, we had a flood on Tuesday,
but he has the strength big hooves and spirit
we feed him well and the stable’s dry.
Looks a little tired today, but tomorrow’s Sunday.
Here's Jack, looks none too happy
why is n't he with Jessop unlike him to leave the horse
"What's wrong Jack"?
"Its Jessop boss, he's dead....put on another sack,
just fell, he's dead"