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There are some ever in the right place, 

 There are some who must toddle and trot, 



There are many who love every danger to face. 

 And many I swear who do not. 



Then hurrah for the spur and the spear, etc. 



There's a joy w^hen the boar makes his rush. 



There's a joy when the monster first bleeds. 

 There's a joy though to-day has now glided away, 



For to-morrow shall double our deeds. 

 Here's a sigh for the sportsman afar, 



A welcome to those who are here, 

 A health to the whole who in spirit and soul 



Are friends of the spur and the spear. 



Then hurrah for the spur and the spear, etc. 



S. Y. S. 



Oriental Sporting Magazine 

 Aumst 1830. 



SADDLE, SPUR, AND SPEAR 



Air — " My harp and lute." 



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 Gallant horse and spear. 



