THE TANTIVY TROT 



IV 



Here's to the shape that is shown the near side, 

 Here's to the blood on the off, Sir ! 



Limbs with no check to their freedom of stride, 

 Wind without whistle or cough. Sir ! 

 Let the steam pot, &c. 



Here's to the arm that can hold em when gone, 



Still to a gallop inclin'd. Sir ! 

 Heads in the front with no bearing-reins on. 



Tails with no cruppers behind. Sir! 

 Let the steam pot, &c. 



VI 



Here's to the dragsmen I've dragged into song, 

 Salisbury, Mountain, and Co., Sir ! 



Here's to the Cracknell who cracks them alons 

 Five twenty-fives at a go. Sir ! 



Let the steam pot, &c. 



VII 



Here's to MacAdam, the Mac of all Macs, 



Here's to the road we ne'er tire on ; 

 Let me but roll o'er the granite he cracks, 

 Ride ye who like it on iron. 

 Let the steam pot 

 Hiss till it's hot. 

 Give me the speed of the Tantivy Trot. 

 1834. 



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