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Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell-mell of it! Thousands of voices all blent into one: See ‘hell for leather’ now trooping together, now Down the long slope of the range at a run! Dust in the wake of ’em: see the wild break of ’em! Spear-horned and curly, red, spotted and starred: See the lads bringing ’em, blocking ’em, ringing ’em, Fetching ’em up to the wings of the yard!