HIPPODROMANIA ? 



He's proved himself stout, of his speed there's 

 no doubt, 

 And his jumping's according to Cocker. 



When Hynam's outstrip't, and when Alfred 

 is whip't, 

 To keep him in sight of the leaders, 

 While Blueskin runs true, but his backers 

 look blue. 

 For his rider's at work with the bleeders. 



When his carcassof beef brings "the bullock" 

 to grief, 

 And the rush of the tartan is ended ; 

 When Archer's in trouble — who's that pulling 

 double. 

 And taking his leaps unextended ? 



He wins all the way, and the rest — sweet, 

 they say. 

 Is the smell of the newly-turn'd plough, 

 friend, 

 But you smell it too close, when it stops eyes 

 and nose. 

 And you can't tell your horse from your cow, 



friend. 



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