HIPPODROMANIA ? 



The Stand throng'd with faces, the broadcloth 

 and laces, 

 The booths, and the tents, and the cars. 

 The bookmakers' jargon, for odds making 

 bargain. 

 The nasty stale smell of cigars. 



We form'd into line, 'neath the merry sun- 

 shine. 

 Near the logs at the end of the railing ; 

 ** Are you ready, boys ? Go ! " cried the 

 starter, and low 

 Sank the flag, and away we went sailing. 



In the van of the battle we heard the stones 

 rattle. 

 Some slogging was done, but no slaughter, 

 A shout from the stand, and the whole of our 

 band 

 Skimm'd merrily over the water. 



Two fences we clear'd, and the roadway we 

 near'd. 



When three of our troop came to trouble ; 

 Like a bird on the wing, or a stone from a sling, 



Flew Cadger, first over the double. 



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