Once upon a time, in a land far away,
A squire rode his mare in the month of May,
Her coat was a beautiful shade of bay,
And her hooves made a clatter as they made their way.
The squire was in love, he was courting a lass,
Whose father was the parson, a man of class,
But the squire had debts, he couldn't afford to pass,
He needed a plan, and he needed it fast.
The parson had a farm, he was harvesting his crop,
The squire offered to help, he couldn't just stop,
He worked hard all day, until the sun did drop,
And the parson was grateful, he didn't want him to stop.
The squire paid off his debts, he was finally free,
He could marry his love, and be happy as can be,
The parson blessed them, and they rode off with glee,
On the mare with the bay coat, so beautiful to see.
So remember, young ones, if you owe a debt,
Work hard, be kind, and you'll make it yet,
And love will always win, you can place that bet,
Like the squire and his love, on their mare, they'll never forget.
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