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Horse, Groom and Bride

Then lay my tott’ring legs so low

  That have run very far,

O’er hedges and o’er ditches,

  O’er turnpike gate and bar,

Poor old horse! Poor old horse!

Somerset Song.

I Normally the nonagenarian preserved scant memory of the happenings of the present, vivid though his youthful recollections were: But the great wedding-cake, served up at every meal for days, co-operated with the intensity of the…