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THE BICYCLE BOYS
I
Oh, the bicycle boys,The bicycle boys!
They care not for tops
Or babyish toys;
They 're done with their hobbies
And that sort of play,
As mounted on nothing
They 're off, and away!
II
Oh, the bicycle boys,The bicycle boys!
They travel along
Without any noise.
They travel so softly,
They travel so fast,
They always get somewhere,
I'm told, at the last.
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III
They race with each other,They race with a horse,
All sure they will beat
As a matter of course;
And often they win,
And often they fall;—
Then “down comes bicycle,
Boy, and all!”
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