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COMRADES. 



We have ridden oft together, 



We have gone thro' many a burst, 

 And either one or other 



Alternately was first. 

 I never knew a good one, 



Tn which we were not there, 

 Though mounted both on young ones, 



We did what few would dare. 



We have swish'd o'er many a rasper. 



Through many a bull-finch bored, 

 We have squeezed through cramps and corners 



On nags we've both adored ; 

 And if a thundering ox-fence 



Has stared us in the face, 

 We have sent them swinging o'er it. 



Resolved to keep our place. 



How often at the others 



We've turned our heads to look, 

 As we pulled our nags together 



To send them at the brook ! 

 We have laughed to see them craning 



When o'er it we had sprung ; 

 We knew 'twas only feigning, 



We knew they dare not come. 



And when the wind was pump'd out, 



And the Field became select. 

 Before a soul should lick us 



We'd risk our limbs and neck. 

 Oh ! what our joy could equal 



When " Conrad " pulled him down. 

 When all the Field were beaten. 



And you and I alone ! 



" Thistle Whipper." 



