.Culture travelled
Out from the rabble
And had a saddle
Placed on its back
While the vets cheered
T'was ridden to death dear>
By the kind
Whose nerve never cracks
Guess the the class-ah
Of the white Rasta
And I will buy
Your very next meal
Sausage s.
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