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'' They're off," is the cry ; the shouting is loud, 

 And Pease's good grey leads the galloping crowd ; 

 A head like a lady, an eye like a deer — 

 A sweet combination of courage and fear, 

 From the start to the finish it looks like " a case " 

 For the man on the grey in the Senators' Race. 



Away for the brook and away for the hill 



The " Lights " and the " Heavies " are galloping still. 



And still we can see in the acres of grass 



Each trying his best his companions to pass. 



The hill in the distance, the flag at the base, 



Is the course they have marked for the Senators' Race. 



Back over the valley come Pease and the mare 

 And win a good race with an acre to spare ; 

 And Long and Lord Henry fight next for the lead ; 

 The former comes up at the best of his speed. 

 But the latter pulls off at a galloping pace 

 The Heavy-weight Prize in the Senators' Race. 



A man who can follow the horn and the hounds, 

 And ride to the chase with its musical sounds, 

 Is made of the stuff that the country requires, 

 And always has points that the country admires. 

 With other great nations we'll ride for a place. 

 Still led by the men of the Senators' race. 



