THE MAN WITH ONE HUNTER 



One that flaps at a ditch, like a duck at a pond, 

 Well content if he land me three inches beyond ; 

 If the cop his two fore-legs successfully climb. 

 His hind ones will follow in due course of time. 



I have oft thought it strange, with a harem of wives. 

 How among them the Turk to keep order contrives ; 

 One wife in an Englishman's house quantum suf.. 

 But one horse in his stable is not quite enough. 



I would sell without grief the last shirt from my 



back. 

 Nor care though my coat were cut out from a sack. 

 If the duns would but leave me a saddle to sit on ; 

 And a horse underneath it with bridle and bit on. 



No blot on my scutcheon, a gentleman born. 



If of lowly descent I were far less forlorn ; 



I might then to the post of a Huntsman aspire, 



Or at least ride as Whip to some fox-hunting Squire. 



Brother Tom, once in deeper distress than myself. 

 He, without even one, was laid quite on the shelf; 

 But ere cutting his throat he an heiress address'd. 

 And at once with a wife and a stud he was blest. 



Though through life I have bent to Diana my knee. 

 She has never bestow'd a like favour on me. 

 Though unmounted herself does the goddess not 



know. 

 He now needs a good horse who a-hunting would go. 



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