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1. A Local Song - Queen Sabine (continued)

   

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   And nothing could give her a beating
   She answered to every call
   With the crowd looking out for Frank Byrne
   His colours they trying to find
   Let them look in the front and they'll see him
   Acoming on queen Sabine

   IV
   Wat a seat on a horse in a saddle
   He looked quite as firm as a rock
   Head of ice, hands like silk, nerves of iron
   That nothing could ruffle or shock
   And when man and horse went together
   Down the track like an arrow they passed
   On his mount the whole ring seemed to tremble
   And backers came on quick and fast

   V
   As the falcon swoops down on his quarry
   From the crowd she came out like a dart
   Her jockey was seldom caught napping
   He was always awake at the start
   She seemed to inherit that wirey
   Strong frame and the pluck combined
   As hard as a flint and as firey
   Was the gallant young Sabine

   VI
   Overy Calary hedge & high binder

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English