On horse and ass--like high and low
And Jack pursuing game.

Good lord! to see the riders now,
Thrown off with sudden whirl,
A score within the purling brook,
Enjoy'd their "early purl."

A score were sprawling on the grass,
And beavers fell in show'rs;
There was another _Floorer_ there,
Beside the Queen of Flowers!

Some lost their stirrups, some their whips,
Some had no caps to show;
But few, like Charles at Charing Cross,
Rode on in _Statue_ quo.

"O, dear! O, dear!" now might you hear,
"I've surely broke a bone;"
"My head is sore,"--with many more
Such speeches from the _thrown_.

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Away they went then dog and deer,
And hunters all away.--
The maddest horses never knew
_Mad staggers_ such as they!