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They have saddled a hundred milk white steeds	A
They have bridled a hundred black Old Ballad	B
He turned in his saddle now follow who dare	C
I ride for my country quoth	D
Lawrence	E
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I remember the lowering wintry morn	F
And the mist on the Cotswold hills	G
Where I once heard the blast of the huntsman's horn	F
Not far from the seven rills	G
Jack Esdale was there and Hugh St Clair	C
Bob Chapman and Andrew Kerr	H
And big George Griffiths on Devil May Care	C
And black Tom Oliver	H
And one who rode on a dark brown steed	I
Clean jointed sinewy spare	C
With the lean game head of the Blacklock breed	I
And the resolute eye that loves the lead	J
And the quarters massive and square	C
A tower of strength with a promise of speed	I
There was Celtic blood in the pair	C
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I remember how merry a start we got	K
When the red fox broke from the gorse	G
In a country so deep with a scent so hot	K
That the hound could outpace the horse	G
I remember how few in the front rank shew'd	K
How endless appeared the tail	L
On the brown hill side where we cross'd the road	K
And headed towards the vale	L
The dark brown steed on the left was there	C
On the right was a dappled grey	M
And between the pair on a chestnut mare	C
The duffer who writes this lay	M
What business had this child there to ride	K
But little or none at all	N
Yet I held my own for a while in the pride	K
That goeth before a fall	N
Though rashness can hope for but one result	K
We are heedless when fate draws nigh us	G
And the maxim holds good Quem perdere vult	K
Deus dementat prius	G
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The right hand man to the left hand said	K
As down in the vale we went	K
Harden your heart like a millstone Ned	K
And set your face as flint	K
Solid and tall is the rasping wall	N
That stretches before us yonder	H
You must have it at speed or not at all	N
'Twere better to halt than to ponder	H
For the stream runs wide on the take off side	K
And washes the clay bank under	H
Here goes for a pull 'tis a madman's ride	K
And a broken neck if you blunder	H
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No word in reply his comrade spoke	O
Nor waver'd nor once look'd round	K
But I saw him shorten his horse's stroke	O
As we splash'd through the marshy ground	K
I remember the laugh that all the while	P
On his quiet features play'd	K
So he rode to his death with that careless smile	P
In the van of the Light Brigade	K
So stricken by Russian grape the cheer	Q
Rang out while he toppled back	R
From the shattered lungs as merry and clear	Q
As it did when it roused the pack	R
Let never a tear his memory stain	S
Give his ashes never a sigh	T
One of many who perished not in vain	S
As a type of our chivalry	U
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I remember one thrust he gave to his hat	K
And two to the flanks of the brown	V
And still as a statue of old he sat	K
And he shot to the front hands down	V
I remember the snort and the stag like bound	K
Of the steed six lengths to the fore	W
And the laugh of the rider while landing sound	K
He turned in his saddle and glanced around	K
I remember but little more	W
Save a bird's eye gleam of the dashing stream	X
A jarring thud on the wall	N
A shock and the blank of a nightmare's dream	X
I was down with a stunning fall	N

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