III.
Meanwhile the hostled sportsmen rise,
With bosoms light, but heavy eyes;
For last night’s liquor still remained,
And some would liked to’ve lain in bed,
To ease a fevered, aching head;
But manly pride such ease disdained.
So all have risen, and all have dressed,
In jockey cap, and scarlet vest;
And now they’re met, and seated all
At breakfast, in the festal hall:
And question after question passed,
Who saw the goblin jockey last?
Disputes arise, but all agree
That mortal man he could not be;
And cried they, with a jovial air,
Faith, but he drank his liquor fair!
The hostess enters in to say,
The Goblin Groom had gone away,
And who his share of drink should pay.
And all agree ’twas passing fair,
As he had filled great D— —h’s chair,
That his account for jovial cheer,
Should be discharged by D— —h’s peer.