12 HEROICS AND HEROINES OE 



SundaN- in the columns of Bc/fs Life in London, 

 and as it may possibly amuse my readers if only 

 from its ",;'v?," I venture to give it in full : — 



"THE C.RAND LIVERPOOL STEEPLECHASE." 

 Air. — " Bow, wow, wow." 



" Ye lads who love a steeplechase, and danger freely court, sirs, 

 Hark forward all to Liverpool to join the gallant sport, sirs ; 

 The English and the Irish nags are ready for the fray, sirs, 

 .A.nd which may lose and which may win, 'tis very hard to say, sirs. 

 C/ion/s : Bow, wow, wow ; odds against the favourite. 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



" More brilliant cattle never ran, in limb as stout as heart, sirs, 

 In breathless expectation all, and eager for the start, sirs ; 

 The riders governing the cjuads with courage and with skill, sirs, 

 Despising rasper, brook, and fence, co/d duck, and break neck spill, 

 sirs. 



CJioiiis : Bow, wow, wow ; neck or nothing are the words. 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



" The sun in splendour from on high smiles sweetly on the chase, sirs, 

 And warm excitement fills the soul and gladdens every face, sirs; 

 The young, and old, and middle-aged in countless myriads pour, sirs, 

 And such a concourse never met at Liverpool before, sirs. 



Chorus : Bow, wow, wow ; what a chance for prophecy ! 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



" That Lottery don't win the heat, the odds are 5 to J, sirs, 

 20 to I against True Blue, and 6 against The Nun, sirs ; 

 Whilst sundry sportsmen make their bets against the Irish nag, sirs, 

 And, in the chase, swore Seventy Four will shortly strike its flag, 

 sirs. 



Chorus : Bow, wow, wow ; Cannon Ball will soon i^'V off. 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



