14 THE GRAND NATIONAL. 



" But Charity in horse and man too often is asleep, sirs, 

 And the stone wall it does not like, it will not take the leap, sirs ; 

 Railroad goes over like a shot, as rapid as the wind, sirs. 

 True 151ue, Lottery, Nun, and Jack all following close behind, sirs. 



Cliorus : Isow, wow, wow ; hard to name the winner now. 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



" See Lottery is all ahead, o'er rasper, fence, and thicket. 

 Now what a chance for Lottery 1 Hurrah, boys, that's the ticket I 

 He dashes on at winning pace, all peril he defies, sirs, 

 And 2 to I that Lottery is winner of the prize, sirs. 



Cltonis : Bow, wow, wow ; some will look extremely blank. 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



"The lightning speed of Lottery despises all control, sirs, 

 And by two lengths or niore, at length he bravely gains the goal 



sirs, 

 Long faces there are, quaiituiii s/(//'^some bursts of indignation. 

 And many a tempting yellow-boy changed hands on the occasion. 



Chorus : Bow, wow, wow ; money makes the mare to go. 

 Bow, wow, wow. 



" Then here's success to Lottery, the glory of his race, sirs. 

 In sporting annals may he shine, a noble steeplechaser. 

 And Seventy Four, the second horse, for losing is no crime, sirs, 

 And may he boast of better luck, and win another time, sirs, 



CJiorus : Bow, wow, wow ; may his tlag in triumph wave, 

 Bow, wow, wo\\'. 



" And long may sport in Liverpool, a station proud maintain, sirs, 

 And let us drink the Steeplechase in bumpers of champagne, sirs ; 

 And if levanters should be found, the more will be the pity, sirs. 

 So down from Pei^asits I drop — and here I close my ditty, sirs. 



Chorus : Bow wow, wow ; mustn't ride the hack too hard, 

 15ow, wow, wow." 



