The Girls who Ride 45 



Brave knights for them would die. 



Of danger's cup would sip ; 



For the world loves pluck 



And courage in peril tried ; 



We love them and wish them luck ; — 



God bless the girls who ride ! 



Riding is a symphony 



Most soothing to the mind. 



Brings body and soul in harmony, — 



No discord can you find ; 



So then in manly chorus 



Let it swell like the ocean tide. 



With voices strong, sonorous, — 



Hosannas for the girls who ride ! 



