Where forgetting to bet—he's been learning to dance.
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That eagle-ey'd sportsman, Charles Brandling, behold,
Laying in a snug place, which needs scarcely be told;
But from riding so hard, my friend Charley forbear,
For fear you should tire you thirty pound mare!
Chorus. With my, &c.
And close at his heels, see Bob Lascelles advance,
Dress'd as gay for the field, as if leading the dance,