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Ol' Big Tree, he's bin down this way,
He's tole me 'bout it, his horse.
It's kin' a "baw-ky", how you say?
Jus' stan'in', won't go, of course.

He say it's all a time makes 'im mad,
That horse, 'cause it's don' want go;
Sometime he's want a work prit' bad,
An' that horse he's stan' jus' so.

Otha' day, he's plow in squaw-corn patch,
'Long side big road, down tha'.
That horse jus' stan', don' move one scratch;
Big Tree, he's cuss 'im but horse don' ca'.

By um by it's comin' down a road
That place, Big Tree, he's plow,
Big noise, it's what you call 'im, Foad,
Lots a rattle, it's ol' one, now.

It's come right wha' he's stan', that horse.
He's jump, Big Tree heap holla' whoa;
That horse he's plent scare of course,
Don' lis'n to Big Tree, jus' keep on go.

Big Tree He's go prit' hurry up too,
'Cause it's lines tie togetha, roun' back.
He's pull on lines, but that don' do,
He's jus' got to folla' in track.

He's tell it, Big Tree, an' he's say:
"Horse heap dam' fool, that's the one; Sometime he's go, sometime he's stay, He's jus' too 'nuff or too none."