The poem
I've had a good bump round; my little horse Refused the brook first time, Then jumped it prime; And ran out at the double, But of course There's always trouble at a double: And then-I don't know how It was-he turned it up At that big, hairy fence before the plough; And some young silly pup (I don't know which), Near as a toucher knocked me into the ditch; But we finished full of running, and quite sound: And anyhow I've had a good bump round.