OLD OULTON LOWE 



VII 



Now Victor and Bedford were seen in the van, 

 Cheer'd on by the Maiden who rides Hke a man/ 

 He screech'd with delight as he wip'd his hot brow, 

 "Their bristles are up, Sir! they're hard at him 

 now." 



VIII 



In the pride of his heart, then the Manager cried,^ 

 " Come along, little Rowley boy,* why don't you 



ride ? " 

 How he chuckled to see the long tail in distress. 

 As he gave her the go-by on bonny brown Bess. 



IX 



The Baron from Hanover hollo'd " whoo-hoop," « 

 While he thought how himself had been half eaten 



up ! 

 Well pleas'd to have balk'd the wild beast of his 



dinner, 

 He was up in his stirrups, and rode like a winner. 



X 



Oh ! where 'mid the many found wanting in speed. 

 Oh ! where and oh ! where was the Wistaston 



steed ? * 

 Dead beat ! still his rider so lick'd him and prick'd 



him. 

 He thought (well he might) 'twas the Devil that 



kick'd him. 



* Note II. 2 Note 12. ' Note 13. 



^ Note 14. ^ Note 15. 



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