The ride was long and hard, Sally May, rode across the mountain in the hay, On a horned oxen through the snow, her delivery was an urgent show. On the back of her sturdy steed, she tramped through the snow and the mead, With the weather biting her nose, she'd hope her oxen would keep the pace. Until she'd at last reach her spot, her delivery was a success, Now she could go home and sit, and warm up with a bowl of hot cheese.