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5 At naming cards I bear the bell,

On clock or watch the hour can tell,

Count ha’pence, read, divine and spell,

Turn mites to melons,

And pump up guineas from a well,

In pints an’ gallons.

My father, of the Triton brood,

Had long the wavy circle trod,

At length descry’d a smoother road,

For trot an’ canter,

Now scampers wide o’er turf an’ clod,

The Raging Ranter.

Tho’ wild he roams o’er lee an’ tillage,

Thro’ city, borough, town and village,

Once stabl’d near th’ Olympian college,

By wrestlings servent,

He there begat the Horse of Knowledge,

Your humble servant. A 3