Chorus. With my, &c.
'Tis hard to describe all the frolic and fun,
Which, of course, must ensue, in this capital run;
But I quote the old proverb, howe'er trite and lame,
That—"The looker on sees most by half of the game."
Chorus. With my, &c.
Then first in the burst, see dashing away,
Taking all on his stroke, on Ralpho the grey;
With persuaders in flank, comes Darlington's peer,[219]
With his chin sticking out, and his cap on one ear.