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Hunting

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Certes it is a noble sport And men have quitted selle and swum for't, But I am of a meeker sort And I prefer Surtees in comfort.

Reach down my "Handley Cross" again. My run, where never danger lurks, is With Jorrocks and his deathless train Pigg, Binjimin and Arterxerxes!