"I'll give yeh three miles the lead," says he,
"An' beat yeh at that into Old Santee."
"Come on," says the "Pauline's" chief, "an' see!
I'm a-waitin' fer yeh now."
Sing ho! fer the captains, grim an' white
With the smothered hate of an old-time fight
An' the chance fer a new-time row.
So the sassy "Queen" strung out behind
An' let the distance spread,
Till the "Pauline" headed Ackley's Bend