And the hero is only a horse:
They called him the Cavalier, Sir,
His coat was a chesnut hue;
He wasn’t a big one either;
Standing but fifteen two.
He was bred just as well as they make ’em;
He could jump with the best in the hunt:
And no matter how long, or how fast, was the run,
The Cavalier, Sir, was always in front.
In his youth he had carried a lady,