As around the big ring with a petulant bob
She sailed on the spine of the old sorrel cob.
She rocked like the reed in the breezes a-dream,
She rocked like a lily upon a wild stream;
And she made the old cob like a bald-eagle fly
When she hit him right over his only good eye.
Oh, she seemed like a queen in the yellow side-saddle,
When she made the wild horse to “Erminie” skedaddle!
And when the band ceased, from the stirrup she dropped,
And over the platform most gracefully hopped.