Who says that I'll give in? Come up! who says thou art not old?
Thy faults were faults, poor useless steed, I fear, when thou wert foal'd.
Thus, thus I whack upon thy back; go, scour with might and main
The asphalt! Ha! who stops thee now may have thee for his gain.
Philip F. Allen.
THE NEW VERSION
A SOLDIER of the Russians
Lay japanned at Tschrtzvkjskivitch,
There was lack of woman's nursing