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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.