To win the race will all things copy, be sometimes pig and sometimes puppy.
“The fiery Southern horse, Calhoun, who hates a Fox and fears a Coon,
To toe the scratch will not be able, for Matty keeps him in the stable.
“And here is Matty, never idle, a tricky horse that slips his bridle;
In forty-four we’ll show him soon the little Fox can’t fool the Coon.
“The balky horse they call John Tyler, we’ll head him soon or burst his boiler;
His cursed ‘grippe’ has seized us all, which Doctor Clay will cure next fall.
“The people’s fav’rite, Henry Clay, is now the ‘fashion’ of the day;
And let the track be dry or mucky, we’ll stake our pile on Ole Kentucky.
“Get out of the way, he’s swift and lucky; clear the track for Ole Kentucky!”