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'Then hey for boot and horse lad	A
And round the world away	B
Young blood will have its course lad	A
And every dog his day ' C Kingsley	C
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There's a formula which the west country clowns	D
Once used ere their blows fell thick	E
At the fairs on the Devon and Cornwall downs	D
In their bouts with the single stick	E
You may read a moral not far amiss	F
If you care to moralize	G
In the crossing guard where the ash plants kiss	F
To the words 'God spare our eyes '	-
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No game was ever yet worth a rap	H
For a rational man to play	B
Into which no accident no mishap	H
Could possibly find its way	B
If you hold the willow a shooter from Wills	I
May transform you into a hopper	J
And the football meadow is rife with spills	I
If you feel disposed for a cropper	J
In a rattling gallop with hound and horse	K
You may chance to reverse the medal	L
On the sward with the saddle your loins across	M
And your hunter's loins on the saddle	L
In the stubbles you'll find it hard to frame	N
A remonstrance firm yet civil	L
When oft as 'our mutual friend' takes aim	N
Long odds may be laid on the rising game	N
And against your gaiters level	L
There's danger even where fish are caught	O
To those who a wetting fear	P
For what's worth having must ay be bought	O
And sport's like life and life's like sport	Q
'It ain't all skittles and beer '	-
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The honey bag lies close to the sting	R
The rose is fenced by the thorn	S
Shall we leave to others their gathering	R
And turn from clustering fruits that cling	R
To the garden wall in scorn	S
Albeit those purple grapes hang high	T
Like the fox in the ancient tale	U
Let us pause and try ere we pass them by	T
Though we like the fox may fail	U
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All hurry is worse than useless think	V
On the adage ' 'Tis pace that kills '	-
Shun bad tobacco avoid strong drink	V
Abstain from Holloway's pills	I
Wear woollen socks they're the best you'll find	W
Beware how you leave off flannel	L
And whatever you do don't change your mind	W
When once you have picked your panel	L
With a bank of cloud in the south south east	X
Stand ready to shorten sail	U
Fight shy of a corporation feast	X
Don't trust to a martingale	U
Keep your powder dry and shut one eye	T
Not both when you touch your trigger	J
Don't stop with your head too frequently	C
This advice ain't meant for a nigger	J
Look before you leap if you like but if	Y
You mean leaping don't look long	Z
Or the weakest place will soon grow stiff	Y
And the strongest doubly strong	Z
As far as you can to every man	A2
Let your aid be freely given	B2
And hit out straight 'tis your shortest plan	A2
When against the ropes you're driven	B2
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Mere pluck though not in the least sublime	C2
Is wiser than blank dismay	B
Since 'No sparrow can fall before its time '	-
And we're valued higher than they	B
So hope for the best and leave the rest	D2
In charge of a stronger hand	E2
Like the honest boors in the far off west	D2
With the formula terse and grand	E2
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They were men for the most part rough and rude	F2
Dull and illiterate	G2
But they nursed no quarrel they cherished no feud	F2
They were strangers to spite and hate	H2
In a kindly spirit they took their stand	E2
That brothers and sons might learn	I2
How a man should uphold the sports of his land	E2
And strike his best with a strong right hand	E2
And take his strokes in return	I2
' 'Twas a barbarous practice ' the Quaker cries	G
' 'Tis a thing of the past thank heaven'	I2
Keep your thanks till the combative instinct dies	G
With the taint of the olden leaven	I2
Yes the times are changed for better or worse	J2
The prayer that no harm befall	K2
Has given its place to a drunken curse	J2
And the manly game to a brawl	K2
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Our burdens are heavy our natures weak	L2
Some pastime devoid of harm	M2
May we look for 'Puritan elder speak '	-
'Yea friend peradventure thou mayest seek	L2
Recreation singing a psalm '	-
If I did your visage so grim and stern	I2
Would relax in a ghastly smile	N2
For of music I never one note could learn	I2
And my feeble minstrelsy would turn	I2
Your chant to discord vile	N2
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Tho' the Philistine's mail could naught avail	U
Nor the spear like a weaver's beam	O2
There are episodes yet in the Psalmist's tale	U
To obliterate which his poems fail	U
Which his exploits fail to redeem	O2
Can the Hittite's wrongs forgotten be	C
Does HE warble 'Non nobis Domine '	-
With his monarch in blissful concert free	C
From all malice to flesh inherent	P2
Zeruiah's offspring who served so well	Q2
Yet between the horns of the altar fell	Q2
Does HIS voice the 'Quid gloriaris' swell	Q2
Or the 'Quare fremuerunt'	P2
It may well be thus where DAVID sings	R2
And Uriah joins in the chorus	S2
But while earth to earthy matter clings	R2
Neither you nor the bravest of Judah's kings	R2
As a pattern can stand before us	S2

Adam Lindsay Gordon

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