Racey tickled his mount with the rowels of one spur and stirred him into a trot.

furious was his speed, As he dashed his glittering rowels in the flank of his good steed, And his reins left dangling from the bit, along the white highway, For his mind was set to speed his horse, to speed and not to stay.

The old man struck the rowels into his horse,the boys would be murdered in their sleep!

Gambler! loafer" At the press of silver rowels against his sides, Surry lunged forward.

Black as the buskins that he wears, and black his stirrup's steel, And red with rust of many a year the rowels at his heel.

The straps with rich enamel decked I bid you lay aside; And bind the rowels to my heel With thongs of dusky hide.