SCENES FROM THE SADDLE. 



With a ditch full of grass on the taking-ofF side, 



A grip in the field that just comes in the stride, 



Then ho I for the horse that knows his work well. 



Changes feet in a flash, does not bungle or dwell, 



Lo ! scarlet and black are down with a roll, 



And fences and ditches are taking their toll. 



Still it's galloping on and galloping all, 



And each one is taking his chance of a fall. 



And the first becomes last, but his glory remains. 



For hunting with heart is more than hunting with brains. 



Then here's to the gallop that makes the field one, 



He who dazzles with dash, he who joins in the run. 



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