They were in a mess, depend upon it,
She bailed her out with her plate bonnet.
Here they come and there they go,
Quite as good as the Lord Mayor’s Show;
A scream!—what’s the matter?—that’s something good.
A girl’s heels stuck up, and her head in the mud.
The Americans, some say, will win it,
Look at their move, forty strokes a minute,
So you chaps you’d better look to it
Just tell me the chap or girl that can do it.