‘’Tis true he’ll make you pay a lumping sum for’t.’
‘O D——n the expence,’ says John, ‘’tis all as well’;
So sent Teague, Trunks and all, to the Hotel.
With Teague, John went next day to buy his stud,
A Mule[9] for baggage, and a bit of Blood.
Now see him in the Fair, with anxious face,
Trying this Dobbin’s metal, t’ other’s pace.
‘I say, you Whiskers, what do you ask for that?
‘A Horse you call it—much more like a Rat.’
‘Noventa Dollars, Quienza Moidorés.’