2 2 TOM BLAKE AND THE DAPPLED BROWN. 



I see them still in my fancy's eye, 

 Tom Blake and the dappled brown — 



The man could ride and the horse could fly, 

 And yet they were seldom down. 



I see him still, as he faced the brook 

 Where the stream was deep and wide ; 



The whole field turned with a frightened look, 

 But Tom would not be denied. 



Away, away, they were riding still, 



Away through the silver air. 

 They faced the vale, and they faced the hill, 



But none could get near the pair. 



Another day in the farmers' race, 



When the hunt gave a point to point, 



They pulled it off at a rattling pace. 

 The rest were put out of joint. 



The mare was tame as a cat, they said, 

 And followed Tom up and down. 



The bond of love was strong, they said, 

 'Twixt Tom and the dappled brown. 



And once we saw, when the night was bright, 



A flare in the midnight sky ; 

 A column of smoke, and a ruddy light 



At the farm, it soon caught the eye. 



