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24                  The prostrate gig with desperate force They soon pulled out again, And at their heels in ruin dire, Dragg'd lum'bring o'er the plain.

Here lay a wheel, the axle there, The body there remain'd,                  Till sever'd limb from limb, the ear No name nor shape retain'd.

But Jehu must not be forgot, Left floundering in the flood, With clothes all drench'd and mouth and eyes Beplaster'd o'er with mud.

In piteous case he waded through And gain'd the slippery side, Where grinning crowds were gather'd round To mock his fallen pride.

They led him to a neighbouring pump To clean his dismal face, Whence cold and heartless home he slunk, Inveil'd. in sore disgrace.

And many a bill for damage done, His father had to pay. Take warning youthful drivers all From Jehu's first essay.

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