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 When Horace was quite well again They set out on their way. One day they heard a distant strain And, tramping o'er the dusty plain With music loud and gay, A brawny-chested regiment Marched past, on death or glory bent.

The sight so fired brave Edward's soul, He set off in the rear. Said he, "The cavalry's our goal, —A charger is your proper role;" But Horace shook with fear. "If we," he thought, "the foe should seek, I shall be mutton in a week!"