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Samuel Bamford

(1788-1872 / England)

Habakkuk Hyde.

I once did reside
Near one Habakkuk Hyde,
The drollest of mortals it can't be denied;
A dandy was Hyde,
And a doctor beside,
And his greatest amusement a pony to ride.

Now beggarly pride,
It can't be denied,
Will lead the poor beggar to hell, if he'll ride;
And though Mister Hyde
So often had tried,
A nag like the present he'd ne'er been astride.

One day, muttered Hyde,
I cannot abide
To stand doing nothing, I'll e'en take a ride;
His nag he espied,
And soon got astride,
And off at a canter went Habakkuk Hyde.

His tit was wall-eyed,
It limp'd on one side,
It soon began roaring for Habakkuk Hyde;
Oh! music, said Hyde,
And a song too beside,
And all for five shillings, rare Habakkuk Hyde.

As on he did ride
A ditch he espied,
And straightway to leap it went pony and Hyde;
But Rossinante shied,
And straight sprung aside,
And into the gutter roll'd Habakkuk Hyde.

A Paddy espied
The misfortune of Hyde,
And dragg'd him to land, or the doctor had died;
Oh, jewel! he cried,
You must mind how you ride,
Or, faith, you'll be smother'd, sweet Habakkuk Hyde.

Submitted: Monday, September 20, 2010
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