A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store,And he had drunk stoutly at supper;He mounted his horse in the night at the door,And he sat with his face at the crupper."Some rogue," quoth the friar, "quite dead to remorse,Some thief, whom a halter will throttle,Some scoundrel has cut off the head of my horseWhile I was engaged at the bottle,Which went gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug."The tail of the steed pointed south on the dale,'Twas the friar's road home straight and level;But when spurred a horse follows his nose, not his tail,So he scampered due north like the devil."This new mode of docking," the friar then said,"I perceive doesn't make a horse trot ill;And 'tis cheap—for he never can eat off his headWhile I am engaged at the bottle,Which goes gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug."The steed made a stop—in a pond he had got:He was rather for drinking than grazing;Quoth the friar, "'Tis strange, headless horses should trot;But to drink with their tails is amazing!"Turning round to see whence this phenomenon rose,In the pond fell this son of a pottle.Quoth he, "The head's found, for I'm under his nose;I wish I were over a bottle,Which goes gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug."Anonymous.
A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store,And he had drunk stoutly at supper;He mounted his horse in the night at the door,And he sat with his face at the crupper."Some rogue," quoth the friar, "quite dead to remorse,Some thief, whom a halter will throttle,Some scoundrel has cut off the head of my horseWhile I was engaged at the bottle,Which went gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug."The tail of the steed pointed south on the dale,'Twas the friar's road home straight and level;But when spurred a horse follows his nose, not his tail,So he scampered due north like the devil."This new mode of docking," the friar then said,"I perceive doesn't make a horse trot ill;And 'tis cheap—for he never can eat off his headWhile I am engaged at the bottle,Which goes gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug."The steed made a stop—in a pond he had got:He was rather for drinking than grazing;Quoth the friar, "'Tis strange, headless horses should trot;But to drink with their tails is amazing!"Turning round to see whence this phenomenon rose,In the pond fell this son of a pottle.Quoth he, "The head's found, for I'm under his nose;I wish I were over a bottle,Which goes gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug."Anonymous.
A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store,And he had drunk stoutly at supper;He mounted his horse in the night at the door,And he sat with his face at the crupper."Some rogue," quoth the friar, "quite dead to remorse,Some thief, whom a halter will throttle,Some scoundrel has cut off the head of my horseWhile I was engaged at the bottle,Which went gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug."
The tail of the steed pointed south on the dale,'Twas the friar's road home straight and level;But when spurred a horse follows his nose, not his tail,So he scampered due north like the devil."This new mode of docking," the friar then said,"I perceive doesn't make a horse trot ill;And 'tis cheap—for he never can eat off his headWhile I am engaged at the bottle,Which goes gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug."
The steed made a stop—in a pond he had got:He was rather for drinking than grazing;Quoth the friar, "'Tis strange, headless horses should trot;But to drink with their tails is amazing!"Turning round to see whence this phenomenon rose,In the pond fell this son of a pottle.Quoth he, "The head's found, for I'm under his nose;I wish I were over a bottle,Which goes gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug."
Anonymous.