374 IRISH SPORT AND SPORTSMEN. 



The ball is set going, 



The farmers look knowing, 

 See young Paddy Gavin among them is up ; 



But Pat gets a " spiller," 



Heath Hen and T. Miller 

 In the commonest canter walk off with the Cup. 



The Grand Military Hunters 



Will find out the grunters ; 

 The imposts are heavy, the pace is a " clipper ;" 



But Mister Hartigan 



Has the heart of a man. 

 May he long wear the laurels he won with the " Skipper." 



There is one more than eight 



For the Prince of Wales' Plate, 

 What is wanting in numbers they have it in form. 



Nine to two against Thirsk ; 



Four to one will we risk 

 ' Gainst the Admiral— see how the bookmakers swarm. 



La Fornarina is out, 



And the favourite. That shout 

 Comes from layers of odds — the race lies with four. 



Rock Savage, Sweet Meadow, 



Are passed like a shadow. 

 By Toole, as he cleverly lands Rassanmore. 



For the Downshire Plate 



The excitement is great, 

 Russell's Appleton starts with the best of the "call :" 



Sagacity's buif 



Shows he had quite enough, 

 So sagacious enough, faith, he falls at the wall. 



We spoke of Grey Plover 



As a too bashful lover, 

 But Blacker now owns him and T. Beasley rides. 



What a beautiful tussle 



Between him and Russell. 

 Here's a health to his owner, and likewise the bride's. 



With the number thirteen, 



For the Railway Plate, seen, 

 Country Lass was picked out with R. Murphy to ride her; 



But the mare failed to stay, 



So here let me say 

 May Punchestown always of mirth be Provider. 



