I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I gallop’d, Dirck gallop’d, we gallop’d all three ...
It rattles on breathlessly like this for 9 more stanzas with the same, relentlessly-rhyming tetrametric iambic sextets!
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