Was day then night she combed for quarter To rest her bones and quarter the till A bonesetter once had broken her father And now in halter he broke her still No moon, no marrow, just fence row and sorrow A martingale held her nose down in shame Bonesetter slept all the while until co*ks crow Never once with the thought she cursed his name Dressed in suede gators and fed beyond need Doleful and dejected, he rose to a stand Oh, Jessamine Jenny, he thought of his stead On waves of thin bluegra** she grazed on his land He moved through the tack to gather her saddle A Crosby Soft-Side, he'd spit and he'd shine With his crop, her bridle, pads, and shanked snaffle He moved to the paddock with firm presence of mind Shifting burden from her right to her left Her tail struck haunch and her withers did shiver She cursed Bonesetter with his quivering heft Bonesetter only cursed what he could not give her She slow trod to Barnhill and moved toward the gate He looked on with pleasure, his obedient last ride Like on Roitelet in a victory parade He will take her high upon Red River's side Well, the girth he did cinch with his gout-ridden fists
While kneeling her hard upon the underline To rid her of voice, of breath, and of wish Then to view her conformation, her resplendent design Fitting stirrup, Bonesetter rose to take her Sharp sting to her hind and yanked lip, moved her on Her canter took them towards the high edge of Red River Over bramble and through hemlock, over dreams dead and gone Oh, did she owe her Bonesetter savior A stumble at the gate, and it changed her fate For bullet to brain should have been the first measure But Bonesetter begged to fix her bones and wait Well, what was she now but a broke beast in green pasture Pending for Bonesetter's weight upon her spine As she pitied herself, Bonesetter took them further Toward the trestle of the old L&N line Both lost in thought of what they could have been Doctor of celebrated surgical sk** Faster than all others with a Triple Crown win Neither knew each other's heart, not until Jessamine Jenny, she quickened her gait Bonesetter gripped her and lightened the reins The trestle came upon them, and they did not miscalculate The daily run of the 8:08