346 THE HISTORY OF NEWMARKET. [Book VI. 



You heard how Gatherly race was run, 

 What horses lost, what horses won, 

 And all things else that there was done, 



That day. 



Now for a new race I shall you tell, 

 Was neither run for bowl or bell, 

 But for a great wager, as it befell, 



Men say. 

 Three gentlemen'of good report. 

 This race did make, to make some sport ; 

 To which great company did resort. 



With speed. 



To start them then they did require, 

 A gallant youth, a brave esquire, 

 Who yielded soon to their desire 



Indeed. 

 They started were, as I heard tell, 

 With, now St. George ! God speed you well ! 

 Let every man look to himsel. 



For me. 



From Severn-Hill to Popleton Ash, 

 These horses run with spur and lash. 

 Through mire and sand, and dirt, dish, dash. 



All three. 

 Bay Corbet first the start he got 

 A horse well known, all firey hot ; 

 But he full soon his fire had shot, 



What tho' ? 



For he was out of graith so sore, 

 He could not run as here-tofore, 

 Nor ne'er will run so any more, 



Grey EUerton then got the lead, 

 A gallant beast, of mickle speed ; 

 For he did win the race indeed ; 



I throw. 



Even so. 



Grey Appleton the hindmost came, 

 And yet the horse was not to blame. 

 The rider needs must have the shame. 



For that. 



For tho' he chanc'd to come behind. 



Yet did he run his rider blind ; 



He was a horseman of the right kind. 



That's flat. 



