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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG, by THOMAS D'URFEY First Line: To horse, brave boys of newmarket, to horse Last Line: Odszounds, was ever such fortune. | |||
To Horse, brave boys of Newmarket, 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; Dragon would scow'r it, but Dragon 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 Blue Bonnet, 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 SUN-DAY HYMN [OR LAMENT] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES I SHALL LIVE TO BE OLD by SARA TEASDALE DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AN ANCIENT PATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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