He has cut and deaded time and again,
"Sans peur et sans reproche;"
He has ridden his pony far and wide,
From Ancient Gaul to where Ajax died,
And sometimes used a coach.
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Then, warder, toot loudly your blatant horn,
Else he lay into the tutor;
And prepare ye now, each pretty maid,
To receive him back from the wild Crusade,
And make him each your suitor!
BASI.