Many Rocks the Rapid Has
A Lot of Billows the Sea
More Plentiful Are My Cares
Than 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