I had a little po‐ny, his name was dapple gray, I lent him to a la‐dy, to ride a mile away ; she whipt him, she lasht him, she rode him in the clay ; I will not lend my pony more for all the lady’s pay.

The audience combusts.

to stem cherries; to stem tobacco leaves

Thou Wind, that ravest without, / Bare craig, or mountain-tairn, or blasted tree, / Or pine-grove whither woodman never clomb, / Or lonely house, long held the witches' home, / Methinks were fitter instruments for thee, / Mad Lutanist! [footnote: Tairn is a small lake, generally if not always applied to the lakes up in the mountains, and which are the feeders of those in the valleys.[…]]