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THE STABLE BOY. 



Cima Eosa ! Yallombrosa ! Citron groves, sir ? 



Songs ! Vines ! Joy ! 

 Grander far is High Leicestershire 



To the heart of a Stable Boy. 



I rise at dawn, nor feel forlorn. 



But whistle for cheerful joy ; 

 I look on all other pursuits with scorn, 



Because I'm a Stable Boy. 



All people that on earth do dwell 



Hunt fallacies that cloy : 

 Oh ! let them learn the way to do well 



Is to copy the Stable Boy. 



Drop ostentation and fiddle de dee. 



Drop worries that annoy. 

 And set you down at the Coplow, free 



Like a true born Stable Boy. 



Pictures, and gems, and bric-a-brac stuff, 



And every other toy — 

 Sell all, and buy a clean thoro' bred horse, 



For so would a Stable Boy. 



Thomson and Tailby could sweat their brow 



In zeal for others' joy, 

 And toiled as hard for "the Midland sport 



As ever a Stable Boy. 



Sent anonymously from Maeket Haeborough 



TO Col. J. Ansteuthee Thomson, Nov., 1880. 



