HIPPODROMANIA ? 



Part II 

 THE FIELDS OF COLERAINE 

 On the fields of Col'raine there'll be labour 

 in vain 

 Before the Great Western is ended, 

 The nags will have toil'd, and the silks will 

 be soil'd, 

 And the rails will require to be mended. 



For the gullies are deep, and the uplands are 

 steep, 

 And mud will of purls be the token, 

 And the tough stringy-bark, that invites us 

 to lark, 

 With impunity may not be broken. 



Though Ballarat's fast, and they say he can 

 last, 



And that may be granted hereafter, 

 Yet the judge's decision to the Border division 



Will bring neither shouting nor laughter. 



And Blueskin, I've heard that he goes like a 



bird. 



And I'm told that to back him would pay me, 



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