And back he got to town;
All wished he never had been up,
For it was up and down.
Now let us sing, “Long live the Queen!
And Count Peste, long live he!
And when he next a race does ride,
May I be there to see!”
There are twenty-two verses in all in this not very interesting parody, which is to be found in Lays of the Turf, by Rose Grey. London: G. H. Nichols, 1863.
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A RIDDLE.