INDIAN SPORTING SONGS. 307 



SADDLE, SPUR, AND SPEAR 



Air * My Harp and Lute.' 



I. 



Let others boast and proudly toast 



The light of ladies' eyes, 

 And swear the rose less perfume throws 



Than beauty's fragrant sighs ; 

 That ripe-red lips in hue eclipse 



The ruby's radiant gem ; 

 That woman's far the brightest star 



In Nature's diadem : 

 But since for me no charms I see 



In all the sex can show, 

 And smile and tear alike appear 



Unheeded flash or flow 

 I'll change my theme and fondly dream, 



True sportsmen pledge me here, 

 And fill my cup and drain it up 



To Saddle, Spur, and Spear ! 



II. 



When dayspring's light first crowns each height, 



And tips the diamond dew, 

 We quick bestride our steeds of pride 



To scour the jungle through ; 



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