HUNTING SONGS 



If on horseback at our fences 

 We must permanently stick, 



A donkey far more cheaply 

 Would suffice to do the trick. 



They say, in love and warfare, 

 All is fair that serves our end ; 



They who say the same of horseflesh 

 Would have sold him to a friend. 



But sound as when I bought him. 

 Neither blemish'd, blind, nor lame ; 



I sent him with clear conscience 

 To the hammer whence he came. 



Moral 



Youth, bear in mind that beauty 

 Lies no deeper than the skin, 



That which maketh or which marreth 

 Is the temper hid within. 



Whether horse it be or helpmate. 

 To your lot whate'er may fall ; 



Still that which can and will not. 

 Is the saddest lot for all ! 



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