Bells and Hobbles

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. When our feet are in the stirrups And our hands are to the reins When the cities lie behind us And before us spread the plains, There's a song of night and morning That in minor music swells, 'tis the jangle of the hobbles And the jingle of the bells Bells and hobbles, Hobbles and bells.