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Then those two little fellows, as light as a feather, 

 Charles Parker and CloAves, come racing together : 

 And riding behind them, see Oliver Dick, 

 With Slap-dash half blown, looking sharp for a nick. 

 With my, &c. 



Uu Ebony mounted behold my Lord Barnard, 

 To live near the pack now obliged is to strain hard : 

 But moiinting friend Barny on something that's quick, 

 I warrant, my lads, he would shew you a trick. 

 With my, &c. 



Then Bland and Tom Gascoigne I spy in the van. 

 Riding hard as two devils, at catch as catch can. 

 But racing along to try which can get first, 

 Already I see both their horses arc burst. 

 With my, &c. 



Then smack at a yawner falls my friend Billy Clough ; 

 lie gets up, stares around him, faith ! silly enough ; 

 While Pilkington near him, cries, " Pr'ythee get bled !" 



" Oh no, never mind, Sir, 1 fell un my head." 

 With my, &c. 



But Where's that hard rider, my friend Colonel Bell ? 

 At the first setting off from the covert he fell. 

 But I sec the old crop, thus the whole chase will carry, 

 In respectable style, the good temper'd Harry. 

 With my, &c. 



With very small feet sticking fast in the mud, 

 Frank Hawksworth I see on his neat bit of blood ; 

 But pull np, my friend, say you've lost afore shoe, 

 Wise hleediwj, I fear, must be shortly for you. 

 'With my, &.v. 



To keep their nags fresh for the cud of the day, 

 Sir Edward and Lascelles just canter away ; 

 Not enjoying the pace our Eaby hounds go, 

 But preferring the maxim of certain and, slow. 

 With my, &c. 



At the top of his speed, sadly beat and forlorn, 

 Behold Captain Horton is steering for Bain ; 

 For accustom'd at sea both to shift and to tad:, 

 He hopes by manceuvring to gain the ileet pack. 

 With my, &c. 



