XXVI MISCELLANEOUS VERSES. 



A MIDDLESEX BALLAD. 



AIR" And shall Trelawney die ?" 



A baize board and a crafty 'and, 



And a racing print or two ; 

 Didn't we once just understand 



The sporting gents to do ? 

 And 'ave they fixed the where and when, 



And shall the system die ? 



Then 'alf a thousand betting men 

 Will know the reason why. 



And shall they scorn MEG, MATH, and " BEN," 



And shall the system die ? 

 There's 'alf a thousand in our trade 

 Who'll know the reason why. 



Out spake FLASH BILLY, blithe and bold, 



A horse-shoe pin wore he : 

 " Deposits on a race to 'old 



Shall we no more be free ? 

 When we could grasp them in our 'and, 



The system used to pay ; 

 For when rum tidings reached the Stranu, 



'Twas Shutters up away ! ' " 



And shall they scorn MEG, MATH, and " BEN," &c, 



A plague upon St. Stephen's wall, 



Where not one cove stood true ; 

 We'll make that PALMEKSTON look small, 



For working this 'ere screw : 

 The Turf you 'ave betrayed, as 'ow 



You swear 'er lists shall die ; 

 But 'alf a thousand betting men 



Will know the reason why. 



And shall they scorn MEG, MATH, and " BEN," &c. 



Punch. 



