No finer horse ----- and lees, Drew breath than mighty Hercules
No keener huntsman road along, Than Coverdales own son, John Armstrong
For years the dale folks heard the stories, of how they hunted down their quarries
Till one autumn day's hunting spree, in sixteen hundred and ninety three.
The day was frosty dark and menacing, the Armstrong would not get his venison
The dear did clear the yawning gape, But ground around being soft and slape
Een mighty Hercules fearsome stride, Could not achieve the other side
and the fearless pair took a mighty ------, and a fatal plunge into the ghyll
John loved hercules like a brother, so they're buried as they lived ~
One upon the other.
NB : I couldn't read it all, so the ---- are the words I dont know
