"But none can outlast her, and few travel faster,
She strides in her work clean away from The
Drag;
You hold her and sit her, she couldn't be fitter,
Whenever you hit her she'll spring like a stag.
"And p'rhaps the green jacket, at odds though
they back it,
May fall, or there's no knowing what may
turn up.
The mare is quite ready, sit still and ride steady,