Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, August 1, 1917. by Various
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_R.-M._ "Sit down, sit up, 'ollow yer backs, keep the hands down
backs foremost, even pace. Number Two, Sir, 'ollow yer back; don't sit 'unched up like you'd over-ate yourself. Number Seven, don't throw yerself about in that drunken manner, you'll miss the saddle altogether presently, coming down--can't expect the 'orse to catch you _every time_. "Number Three, don't flap yer helbows like an 'en; you ain't laid an hegg, 'ave you? "'Ollow yer backs, 'eads up, 'eels down; four feet from nose to croup. "Number One, keep yer feet back, you'll be kickin' that mare's teeth out, you will. "Come down off 'is 'ead, Number Seven; this ain't a monkey 'ouse. "Keep a light an' even feelin' of both reins, backs of the 'ands foremost, four feet from nose to croup. "Leggo that mare's tail, Number Seven; you're goin', not comin', and any'ow that mare likes to keep 'er tail to 'erself. You've upset 'er now, the tears is fair streamin' down 'er face--'ave a bit of feelin' for a pore dumb beast. "'Ollow yer backs, even pace, grip with the knees, shorten yer reins, four feet from nose to croup. Number Eight, restrain yerself, me lad, restrain yerself, you ain't shadow-sparrin', you know. "You too, Number Nine; if you don't calm yer action a bit you'll burst |
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