Friday, December 2, 2011
Straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak. All this talk about Jethro Tull made me look up his famous essay on Horse-hoeing Husbandry on Google Books. The link keys you into page 136, but you can scroll back to the beginning. Here are the opening lyrics to the rock group's 1978 song,
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust,
An October's day, towards evening,
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough,
Salt on a deep chest seasoning.
Last of the line at an honest day's toil,
Turning the deep sod under,
Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone,
Flies at the nostrils plunder.
The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie
With the Shire on his feathers floating.
Hauling soft timber into the dusk
To bed on a warm straw coating.