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How soothing and sweet is the feel of a horse, 



It drives away sorrow and fear ; 

 AVhen swiftly he bears you away from the gorse, 

 Away from a life that is crushed with remorse, 



To the hounds flying on to the cheer. 



The ring of the stirrup, the clash of the steel, 



The soul stirring notes of the horn, 

 Come home to the sad and make each of us feel. 

 The chase is a place where the heart may appeal 

 When life is depressed and forlorn. 



To him who was chosen, long may he be blessed, 

 In the face that was comely and fair, 



May life to the end be the brightest and best ; 



For me, there is left but a single request, 

 Leave me to the bonny grey mare. 



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