There is Wildfire, and Wagtail, and Wager,

And many another beside;

But racer, and hunter, and stager,

Are nought to the one that I ride.

III.

Yet if I should wish for a buyer,
I fear a long while I might stop;
For I can't trace your pedigree higher
Than up to the carpenter's shop.

Never mind; for when asked for your points,

E'en a jockey of honour may say,

That if you are stiff in your joints,
It keeps you from running away.

IV.

If I give you a cruel hard smack,
No dread of your rearing before;
If I happen to fall from your back,
No fear of a kick on the floor :-
You're saddled, and bridled, and ready,
Alike through the day and the night;
And well do I call you, Old Steady,

V.

The Greeks gave the Trojans a shock,
With a horse that, like mine, was of wood;
But being unable to rock,

Though larger, it was not so good:-
To be horsed as I am is a pleasure,
At school to be horsed is no joke;
So I'll e'en make the most of my leisure,
And bid you good-morrow, good folk.

Published by Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown & Green, Nov 1828.