ZU DER EDLEN YAGD.
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Now tell me for once, old horse of mine,
Grazing round me loose and free,
Does your ancient equine heart repine
For a burst in such companie,
Where “the Powers that be” in the front rank ride,
To hold your own with the throng,
Or to plunge at “Faugh-a-Bullagh's” side.
In the rapids of Dandenong?
Grazing round me loose and free,
Does your ancient equine heart repine
For a burst in such companie,
Where “the Powers that be” in the front rank ride,
To hold your own with the throng,
Or to plunge at “Faugh-a-Bullagh's” side.
In the rapids of Dandenong?
Don't tread on my toes, you're no foolish weight,
So I found to my cost, as under
Your carcase I lay, when you rose too late,
Yet I blame you not for the blunder:
What! sulky, old man, your under lip falls!
You think I too ready to rail arn
At your kinship remote to that duffer at walls,
The talkative roadster of Balaam.
So I found to my cost, as under
Your carcase I lay, when you rose too late,
Yet I blame you not for the blunder:
What! sulky, old man, your under lip falls!
You think I too ready to rail arn
At your kinship remote to that duffer at walls,
The talkative roadster of Balaam.
