To Horse, brave boys of @3Newmarket,@1 to Horse, You'll lose the Match by longer delaying; The Gelding just now was led over the Course, I think the Devil's in you for staying: Run, and endeavour all to bubble the Sporters, Bets may recover all lost at the Groom-Porters; Follow, follow, follow, follow, come down to the Ditch, Take the odds and then you'll be rich. For I'll have the brown Bay, if the blew bonnet ride, And hold a thousand Pounds of his side, Sir; @3Dragon@1 would scow'r it, but @3Dragon@1 grows old; He cannot endure it, he cannot, he wonnot now run it, As lately he could: Age, age, does hinder the Speed, Sir. Now, now, now they come on, and see, See the Horse lead the way still; Three lengths before at the turning the Lands, Five hundred Pounds upon the brown Bay still: Pox on the Devil, I fear we have lost, For the Dog, the @3Blue Bonnet@1, has run it, A Plague light upon it, The wrong side the Post; Odszounds, was ever such Fortune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1809) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPRING ON BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO THE EVENING STAR by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |