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LORD LONSDALE'S DRIVE. 



Here's luck to the man with the galloping team, 

 His horses are fit and his harness is clean. 

 Here's luck to the life of the fox-hunting peer, 

 Who can handle the ribbons, come give him a cheer. 



Old War Paint is game as he moves to his hand, 

 On, onward they fly by the snow-covered land. 

 The blood of the " Stud-Book " comes out in the horse, 

 He gallops his best on the grand Sussex course. 



A cordon of police and a horseman in trouble 

 All fly as they see him come up at the double. 

 Three seconds it takes from one trap to the other, 

 They give him a cheer as a man and a brother. 



Three seconds again and he has in their stride 

 Two galloping mares that he handles with pride. 

 Well up to the collar, well up to the bit, 

 The hand of the artist is ready and fit. 



A Newmarket finish, yet under control, 



Are the mares as he brings them to bear on the pole. 



The char-a-banc next with the galloping four 



In wonderful trim for the journey in store. 



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