176 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



That "Lakewood 's" due to cook their soup 



According to his owner "Bint." 



"Bint 's" always due to win, you know, 



**If only the old horse stays in" — 



The cunning nag can really go, 



And yet somehow the others win, 



And friends walk o'er the darkened course 



In search of "Bint" who's apt to be 



Bloodied a bit, but with his horse 



Beneath some spreading chestnut tree. 



Speaking of "Clarence" — there 's a chap! 

 He never starts, I think, without 

 Well-wishes and the friendly clap 

 Of hands he knows; and there 's a shout 

 Of sheer delight when "Ruskin" wins. 

 The pair of them go well and straight. 

 There by the stall against the bins. 

 Where "Riverbreeze" receives in state, 

 Stands Welsh his owner, trainer, jock. 

 It warms the heart to think of them — 

 I 've seen them take full many a knock. 

 In many a racing day's surprise. 

 They'll wear the sportsman's diadem. 

 If racing 's known in Paradise. 



See how they swarm! Let's get along 

 And hang upon the rail. 'T is merry 

 Watching the busy, bustling throng. 

 Lord! What a tribe! There's Bill and Gerry 

 Beside old "Wolferton." You'll see 

 Owners and entries: sires and dams; 

 That wee thing there is Frances D; 

 There's Amory with her Sealyhams; 

 The former is as blythe a lass 

 As ever wore an Easter bonnet; 

 The latter loves a horse: but pass — 

 That flag-pole with the bunting on it 

 Shows where they'll run. Lord, what a dayl 

 Look how they step — the colts, I mean — 

 Ah, there, they're off, and well away — 

 How bright the jackets 'gainst the green! 

 Come on, you bay horse! What a crack! 

 Oh, Welsh is over! ^'Riverbreeze!" 

 Safe as a church! He's caught the black — 



