And wake the beaks of Eversley
Where gallant Kingsley dwells;
Spur fast thro’ Berkshire spinneys,
The broad Hog’s Back bestride,
And if the White Horse is scour’d
Mount up amain and ride:
Spur, spur, I say, thro’ England!
The word went flashing by.
Look out for Sayers and Heenan,
Policemen—mind your eye!