Here is a horse to tame —
Here is a gun to handle —
God knows you can enter the game
If you'll only pay for the same,
And the price of the game is a candle —
One single flickering candle!
Certes it is a noble sport
And men have quitted selle and swum for't,
But I am of a meeker sort
And I prefer Surtees in comfort.
Reach down my "Handley Cross" again.
My run, where never danger lurks, is
With Jorrocks and his deathless train
Pigg, Binjimin and Arterxerxes!
January.