The great StiUington Run. 73 



How he laughs in his sleeve, now he's cracking his joke, 



As he leaves all the clippers behind him like smoke. 



Ramming spurs in " Bachelor," next came the squire (2), 



Wiping sweat from his brow with his face all on fire ; 



Oh ! there's none can go with 'em, not even full blood 'uns, 



(i) Yoi Stingy and Gallant, they're going like good 'uns. 



Then straight as an arrow o'er all sorts of land, 



At a pace that must soon bring a horse to a stand, 



Comes " Roderick Random " (3), all hurry and stickle, 



I'm doubting, ere long, he'll be " Peregrine Pickle." 



There's the L— g N — wt — n Parson (4) enjoying the fun. 



If he leads unto heaven as he rides in a run ; 



Have good faith in your nag, and I almost could swear, 



Only stick to his skirts and your sure to get there. 



Then, smash, at a rasper, goes Killerby CI — ke (5), 



Who thinks naught of a ride twenty miles in the dark ; 



Roaring " Fo'rard, yoi, for'ard," you can't tell, my boys, 



Whether he or his chestnut makes the most noise. 



The " Lady of Eryholme," a game little crack, \ 



With M — yn — d (6) the younger bestriding her back ; 1| 



Is sure to be up in a forward position, 1 



Being dam by " Old Harry," and by a " Physician." 



Who's yon on the bay ? If a rasper he meet, 



I'll bet two-to-one he loses his seat ; 



Aye ! he's over her head ; no ! he hangs by the mane, — 



Bless me 1 don't you know ? Why it's Archy C — ch — ne (7). 



The Squire of S — w Hall, striving still to be first. 



Has blown the half-bred 'un in this terrible burst ; 



Now he's taking to skirting, he's trying to nick it. 



When he finds that " Box-keeper " has got the wrong ticket. 



1. Yoi! Stingy and Gallant. 



2. Mr. T. Wilkinson, the Master. 



3. Mr. James Cookson. 



4. The Rev, T. H. Dyke of Long Newton. 



5. Billy Clark, of Killerby. 



6. Anthony Maynard, now of Skinningrove. 



7. Archy Cochrane, now of Langton. 



