PUNCHESTOWN. 373 



There's Foreman, Provider, 



Lady Fanny beside her — 

 That sweet little mare that they call Cutty Sark — 



Bushranger, and Badger, 



His owner's no dodger — 

 Long life to his Lordship, I here may remark. ' 



There's Island Harp, Parvenu, 



Fairy Queen, Birdie too. 

 With the Inny, whose jock has a smile on his face, 



Of sweet satisfaction, 



As if from distraction. 

 He'd kicked the Attorney clean out of the place. 



There's Tempest and Martinet, 



Island Harp we can't forget, 

 Lord Waterford, likewise Young Nick of the Woods. 



Agitator, Breechloader, 



My Muse, I shan't goad her, 

 We'll finish with Vengence, a rare bit of goods. 



They are quickly despatched, 



Seeming equally matched. 

 Some are down at the double, and some at the wall. 



Foreman, Parvenu, 



Island Harp, Vengeance, too, 

 Are leading the van here, but waiting the call. 



Island Harp soon gives way, 



The others make play. 

 Vengeance most dangerous looking withal ; 



Mr. J. Beasley 



Wins on him easily. 

 Fulfilling the hopes entertained by the " hall." 



Eleven are up 



For the Kildare Hunt Cup, 

 Mr. Crosby's INIacmahon some few lucky men back ; 



The favourite, Grey Plover, 



Like many a lover. 

 Won't come to the point, so he is beat like a hack. 



SECOND DAY. 



After happily napping, 



To hear the rain tapping 

 'Gainst the window, is dismal to those who'd sport silk. 



Though the sun be not shining 



It is useless repining. 

 Or grumbling ; you know there's no help for spilt milk. 



