Resolv'd to ride hard, nor be counted the last,
Pretty sure of the speed of his fav'rite Outcast.
Chorus. With my, &c.
Next mounted on Pancake, see yonder comes Len,[223]
A sportsman, I'm sure, well deserving my pen;
He looks in high glee, and enjoying the fun,
Tho' truly I fear that his cake's over done.
Chorus. With my, &c.
On Methodist perched, in a very good station,
Frank Barlow behold, that firm prop of the nation,