Many Rocks the Rapid Has A Lot of Billows the Sea More Plentiful Are My Cares Than Cones On a Spruce Beard Moss On a Juniper Gnarls Upon a Pine Bark Knobs Upon a Fir Husks On a Grass-top Boughs On a Bad Tree. Drag My Cares Away Carry Off My Griefs For no Horse Can Draw No Iron-shod Jerk Without the Shaft-bow Shaking Off The Cares of This Skinny One The Sorrows of This Black Bird