You can tell a better tale than I; Trap and wing you shoot a better score; You can cast a surer, lighter fly, Catch as can, you'd put me on the floor; Should I hoist a sail beneath the sky Yours the race, away and back to shore. You have mastered all my woodland lore, In the saddle you can give me spades; You have slain your first and mighty boar In the classic Croyden Forest shades; You have heard the Northern rivers roar, You have seen the Southern Everglades.…
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