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 * Instead of the rein
 * He lays hold of the mane,
 * And he holdeth his breath,
 * For he*s frightened to death.

Oh! why did he mount him, alas! for the day; See, the horse lays his ears down, he*s running away; On! on! 'mong the "ruck," over hedge, ditch, and stile, By dint of the pummel he holds on a mile;
 * Till they came to a bullfinch,
 * When, sad thing to say,
 * A "purler" went Maxwell,
 * And there Maxwell lay.

Much bruised was his body, all torn were his clothes, He has knocked his &ont teeth out, and flattened his nose, So that not his best friends would be able to know, sir, That they saw Mr. Mortimer Maxwell the grocer.
 * A man named George Smart
 * Took him home in his cart,
 * Thus playing a country
 * Samaritan's part.

Of "hunting" our grocer has had quite enough; By the squire he's been christen'd a "Jolly Old Muff;" Retirement to him has brought nothing but pain, So he says he shall go into business again.