HUNTING SONGS 



VI 



Awake to competition, and alive to any game, 

 From Manchester and Liverpool the speculators 



came ; 

 They calculated nicely every chance of loss or gain ; 

 Some stak'd their cash on cotton, some preferr'd 



the sugar-cane. 



VII 



Bold Thomas took precedence, as a proper man 



to lead, 

 And straightway at a hedgerow cop he drove his 



gallant steed ; 

 He's off — he's on — he's over — is bold Thomas in 



his seat ? 

 Yes, the rider's in his saddle, and the horse is on 



his feet ! 



VIII 



Make way for John ! the Leicester Don ! John 



clear'd it far and wide. 

 And scornfully he smil'd on it when landed t'other 



side ; 

 The prelude thus accomplish'd without loss of life 



or limb, 

 John's backers, much embolden'd, offer two to one 



on him. 



IX 



Now John led off ; the choice again was fixed upon 



a cop, 

 A rotten ditch in front of it, a rail upon the top ; 

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