Classic Poem

H IS lordship's steed
Of a noble breed
Is trotting fleetly, fleetly,
Her ladyship's pony,
Sleek and bonny,
Cantering neatly, neatly.

How shall they pass
The turf-cadger's ass,
Creels and all, creels and all?
Man on him bumping,
Shouting and thumping,
Heels and all, heels and all!

Lane is not wide,
A hedge on each side,
The ass is beginning to bray;
" Now," says my lord,
With an angry word,
" Fellow, get out of the way!"

" Ha!" says the cadger,
As bold as a badger,
" This way is my way too!"
Says the lady mild,
And sweetly smiled,
" My friend, that's perfectly true."

The cadger looked round,
Then jumped to the ground,
And into the hedge pulled Neddy.
" O thank you!" says she,
" Ax pardon!" says he,
And touched his old hat to the lady.

His lordship's steed
Of a noble breed
Went trotting it fleetly, fleetly,
Her ladyship's pony,
Sleek and bonny
Cantering neatly, neatly.

The cadger he rode
As well as he could,
Heels and all, heels and all,
Jolting and bumping,
Shouting and thumping,
Creels and all, creels and all.