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<poem>A flush o'erspread poor Edward's cheek, He walked on very fast, And Horace followed, very meek. But all at once they heard a shriek From the fair dames they'd passed: —Enraged to see their sunshade red, A wild bull charged with lowered head.
"Ah, here's my chance," brave Edward, cried, And, counting not the cost, He rushed back to the maidens' side; To stop the bull he vainly tried And was most painfully tossed. "Alas!" he thought, "no luck to-day; —But they, at least, have got away."