Classic Poem

AT BREAK of day I chanced to stray
Where Seine's fair waters glide,
When to raise my heart, young Bonypart
Came forward for to ride.
On a field of green, with gallant mien,
He formed his men in square,
And down the line, with looks divine,
He rode the Oul' Grey Mare!

" My sporting boys that's tall and straight,
Take counsel and be wise;
Attintion pay to what I say,
My counsels don't despise;
Let patience guide yous everywhere,
And from traitors now beware,
For none but min that's sound within
Can ride my Oul' Grey Mare! "

Now Bonypart on her did start —
He rode too fast, is truagh!
She lost a shoe at Moscow Fair,
And got lamed at Waterloo;
But wait till she is back once more
Where she'll have farrier's care,
And the very next hate, she'll win the plate,
My sportin' Oul' Grey Mare!