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The water got deeper

Rapacious spray, a rapid stream

And 300 feet from the bridge

The farmer's horse stumbling

He fell into the water, his friend, a butcher

Couldn't hold on his horse

Both went feeding the fish

Powerless against nature's force

A glazier and a dyer

They offered to search for the lost

Heaving themselves to the front

Wading, swimming, withstanding the frost

And when they arrived

At the disaster's very place

The moonlight was helping their eyes:

In the dark they saw the butcher's face

Embracing a tree, the lucky man

Managed to vanquish the tide

And only a few feet away

A brave fighting horse that still hadn't died

Step by step the three made it back on save ground

Nobody'd expected they'd come back alive

How could three stout men be carried by one mount?

This story would be told in late summer nights

When they finally entered the streets of their home town

First thing they could see when they opened their eyes

Was the body of the farmer lying on the ground

In the flood he'd obviously lost his life

How did he get back to the town?

Who was the one to deliver him?

There was only one being who knew

With big black eyes, staring with a grim