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So side by side, o'er hill and dale,
The gallant heroes strode,
And Horace frisked his stumpy tail
And joked with every frog and snail
And chaffed each slug and toad.
But silent Edward longed for fame
And by great deeds to make a name.
He also wished he had a hat
—The day was very warm—
But soon he ceased to think of that,
For lo! beside the road there sat
Two maids of sweetest charm.
'Twas saucy Sue and modest Moll,
Who sported a red parasol.
Then Edward's heart beat high with pride,
He drew himself erect
And said to Horace, "Quick, now! stride
As if you wore Newfoundland hide
And follow with respect."
But, 'spite of all their dashing air,
The maids preserved their glassy stare.
