“Stradella!”
Frenchman’s mare, from over the way,
If thou would’st go, yet thou must stay,
Or such a bore you then would be!
Oh, joy to the “gentry,” if you should win,
No matter the “people” who lose their tin.
Epsonians, Ascotians, Chesterians, we
Goths, or Roodes, or whatever we be,
We are all of us French in our welcome of thee,
“Stradella!”