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A flush o'erspread poor Edward's cheek,
He walked on very fast,
And Horace followed, very meek.
But all at once they heard a shriek
From the fair dames they'd passed:
—Enraged to see their sunshade red,
A wild bull charged with lowered head.
"Ah, here's my chance," brave Edward, cried,
And, counting not the cost,
He rushed back to the maidens' side;
To stop the bull he vainly tried
And was most painfully tossed.
"Alas!" he thought, "no luck to-day;
—But they, at least, have got away."
