I gallop while I go To share my brother's woe. I fide down along road To my bother's abode. The deputies will thwart My plan and fret my heart.
Although you say me nay, I won't go backward way. Does not my project seem More far-fetched than your scheme?
Although you say me nay, I won't stop on my way. Does not my project seem More prudent than your scheme?
I climb the sloping mound To pick toad-lilies round. Of woman don't make light! My heart knows what is right. My countrymen put blame On me and feel no shame.
I walk across the plains; Thick and green grow the grains. I'll plead to mighty land. Who'd hold out helping hand? Deputies, don't you see The fault lies not with me? Whatever you design, It's not so good as mine.