Dick Si)}ipso)i, Huntsman. 51 



With courage so good, for she's thorough bred quite, 



Not a blemish about her, she is all over right. 



As a hack, or in " leather,"' I am not talking faction. 



Her temper's so good, with the finest of action. 



She has carried a lady, and will stand at a door, 



She has taken out physic, and thought it a " bore." 



Such distance I've driven, till some have cried shame. 



She has never been sick, nor was ever known lame. 



She cost under a score, but one hundred's the price, 



If anyone wants her — apply to George Rice. 



The bell has just rung, come, jump into the train. 



The fog clears away, 'tis beginning to rain. 



Altho" cover'd up warm, one comfort I lack — 



"' Leighton Station's " too far for my little blood hack. 



In a soft padded carriage, with elbows quite roomy, 



Six fellows now settle, and look rather gloomy. 



'Tis not to be wonder'd, for only last week, 



The " cover hack " bolted — my eye, what a squeak ! 



Still undaunted, the men to Aston Abbots they post, 



And those who were absent, a good run they lost. 



Baron Rothschild's pack, with Tom Ball, whai a treat. 



Two hours they had, and all were dead beat. 



We talked of this run, to drive away sorrow, 



It's a good meet to-day — where is it to-morrow t 



'■'■ Mentmore," says one — '' No ! I think it is Hogstone; " 



■" That's right," says a third — " Where's Mr. Grimstone.''" 



We are off now for Leighton, but not in high fettle, 



I felt quite alarmed at the tale of George Brettle ; 



He points to the spot, where, all smother'd in steam. 



Lay the wreck of the rail, it seems like a dream. 



The shrieks of the people, the steam it kept humming, 



And then came the cry — " There's another train comifig ! ! ! " 



In the tunnel 'tis heard, what danger they fear, 



It is nearer approaching — 'tis coming quite near. 



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