THE GRAND NATIONAL. 13 



" That Railroad ought to show good speed by proud opponents 

 drubbing, 

 'Gainst Daxon it is 8 to i, and Rust will soon want scrubbing ; 

 And Pioneer, all in the rear, from every hope must roam, sirs, 

 And long 'twill be ere Charity will find itself at home, sirs. 



C/ioriis : Bow, wow, wow ; Cramp will soon be doubled up, 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



"Lord Waldegrave's .Mirth will soon look sad, and humble the 

 Dictator, 

 Fury, 'tis certain, will be spent, Revenge a harmless cratur ; 

 Whalebone will speedily be stiff. Victory no laurels earn, sirs. 

 And Dan O'Connell, with his tail, be very far astern, sirs. 



Chorus : Bow, wow, wow ; surely he didn't mane to win ! 

 Bow, wow, wo\v. 



" 'Tis nearly three, by Heaven they're oft' I do mark each gallant 

 steed, sirs. 

 And see in what superior style brave Da.\on takes the lead, sirs ; 

 Lottery, Nun, and Seventy Four close following in the rear, sirs. 



Chorus : Bow, wow, wow ; splendid creatures every one. 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



" See Conrad, frightened by the crowd, refuses the first ditch, sirs. 

 And Becher, over head and heels, has got a gentle pitch, sirs ; 

 And Cannon Ball is on the turf, and there it may for e\er lie, 

 Whilst Nun and others that I've named performed their dutv 

 cleverly. 



Chorus : Bow, wow, wow ; darting forward for the goal, 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



" Barkston is down and Daxon too, whilst leading on the fun, sirs, 

 And in attempting to get up, unkindly floored The Nun, sirs. 

 And Charity now takes the lead a little in advance, sirs, 

 A nag which some wiseacres sure would never have a chance, sirs. 



Chorus : Bow, wow, wow ; knowing ones are often M-rong. 

 Bow, wow, wow 



