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Three yokels who helped him with exquisite glee, 

 Said " a sovereign apiece was the regular fee," 

 The other, who " hoped he'd not venture alone," 

 Charged a shilling a mile, it was seven from home. 



He walked, and I found he'd retired to bed, 

 All covered with bruises and bad in the head, 

 He begged me to send for a hospital nurse, 

 I told him I would if he got any worse. 



He rested in bed for a week and a day, 

 I thought that I never should get him away ; 

 And now when I meet him he looks very pale, 

 But never alludes to his day in the vale. 



Young sportsmen remember, who wish to be wise, 

 A man is not made by his collars and ties, 

 And when you are offered a day in the vale. 

 Remember our friend with his pitiful tale. 



