Tho' late in the song, yet perish the thought 

 That our gallant friend Villiers should e'er be forgot ; 

 Some disaster, I fancy, his lordship befell, 

 As he did not get in, tho' he rides very well. 



J)erry Down. 



Lord Charles rode on Marquis, so famed for his blood. 

 And shared in all dangers except in the flood. 

 Charles Ellis came up, but he got a fresh horse. 

 And we saw by the change that he was not the worse. 



Derry Down. 



By the bye, I forgot to name Lawley of Quorn, 

 Tho' forward at first lamed his horse with a thorn ; 

 And losing a shoe is sometimes the reason 

 "Why a gentleman's beat at the end of the season. 



Derry Down. 



Tom Smith in the contest maintained a good place. 

 And tho' not first, at last made a famous good race. 

 I'm sure he'd no cause for his horse to abuse. 

 And I wish he'd persuade him to keep on his shoes. 



Derry Down. 



Mr. Saville and Nat dropped in at the end — 

 Which the best of the nags I cannot contend ; 

 For tho' they breathe high they are still full of fire. 

 For he says they're so stout that they never do tire. 



Derry Down. 



I think now I've bored you enough wdth the chase. 

 And like Meynell's hounds I have run a good race ; 

 Then a bumper, my boys, to Meynell we'll fill. 

 And to those that ride hard may they never stand still. 



Derry Down. 



Written by Me. Bethell Cox, from the 

 Sporting Magazine^ 1856. 

 For notes to most of the heroes of this 'po em, see ^'BiUesdon Coplow.''^ 



