PUNCHESTOWN, 1 877. 37 1 



So here's to Ireland's second jock (for Garret Moore is there, 

 And /le is most undoubtedly our greatest amateur) ; 

 But Joe is a " good second" — no "jealousy can brew" 

 Dissension 'twixt Perfection One — Perfection Number Two. 



So here's to Joseph Delamere ! more luck and length of life ! 

 And luck and life e'en brighter to his fair and dauntless wife ! 

 So fill your glasses all again. Success to both ! Hurrah ! 

 The " pluckiness " of Viewmount and the " sweetness of Hybla ! * 



g/k January, 1875. 



PUNCHESTOWN, 1877. 



FIRST DAY. 



Come, rouse from your slumbers 



And join in the numbers 

 That are bowling along to the plains of Kildare ; 



Youth, beauty, and fashion, 



In carriages dash on. 

 While fun and good humour are seen everywhere. 



Safe in through the gap. 



Without a mishap, 

 The ladies smiles rival the beams of the sun ; 



Who would care for the prize, 



Unless their bright eyes 

 Were twinkling with joy to enliven the fun. 



Great Marlb'rough of old, 



As in hist'ry we're told, 

 Above all his peers shone supreme and resplendent, 



While in peacefuUer ways, 



They deserve equal praise, 

 His fame is upheld by his worthy descendant. 



His Duchess, God bless her, 



]\Iay fortune caress her, 

 Keeps bowing to all with a matronly smile ; 



Her fair blooming daughters, 



Like Nymphs of the waters, 

 Are winning all hearts in the Emerald Isle. 



Who is that in the " Ulster," 



Did he come up from Munster, 

 To gaze upon Leinster and make " puns " upon it ? 



But no, that's no Dandy, 



That small man so handy, 

 Owns a soldier's brave heart,'tis the Young Duke of Connaught. 



* The above eulogy appeared originally in the Irish Sportsman, as did our 

 'Irish Jockeys," but under my " noin de plumi alone. 



