Of the field but a few
Are left, but those few struggle on in a group:
Now they’re pulling him over,
The little Red Rover
Has run his last race “so yoicks tear him who-oop!
He was game to the last was Red Rover; Who-oop!”
THE SQUIRE’S DAUGHTER.
’Twas the opening day of the season
And the fences were thick and blind,