With pouring sweat blurring my sight,
And puny Harry refusing to bear my weight,
I decided to walk, albeit with a reluctant gait.
My legs trembled, for tiring was the hike1
And my gunny sack I found difficult to hike3
Through the harsh land of this vast rike.
Far away showed up a stony inn.
We ran the remaining road to happily jump in,
Wishing with all hope for a pony of gin.
Looming over me stood barman Bob
With a jug of ale as was his job
And a little watch by a golden fob.
While Harry smiled over a pack of hay
Drinking the ale, I said ‘Hey hey!’
Seeing us, what would the sun say?
Barman Bob hiked2 the cost of the drink
So much that the pay would push me to the brink
And would even cause Harry’s forehead to wrink.
What could I do other than to sell Harry?
And return home with skin so tarry,
To breathe of barmen always wary.
- A long walk or walking tour.
- A sharp increase, especially in price or cost.
- Pull or lift up (something, especially clothing).