Ride on! Ride on! "Tis a pace will kill!
Like Smuggler BILL and Exciseman GILL,
In the Ingoldsby Legends, you ride a race
On a perilous path, at a breakneck pace,
In a mingled spirit of hate and fear,
Too hot to heed, and too deaf to hear;
With a fierce red eye on each other cast,
And a rate of going that cannot last,
On a road that leads, as such roads lead all,
To a crumbling cliff, and a crashing fall.