To live near the pack, now oblig'd is to strain hard;
But mount my friend Barny, on something that's quick,
I warrant, my lads, he would show you a trick.
Chorus. With my, &c.
Then Bland[227] and Tom Gascoigne,[228] I spy in the van,
Riding hard as two devils, at catch as catch can,
But racing along, to try which can get first,
Already, I see, both their horses are burst.
Chorus. With my, &c.
Then smack at a yawner falls my friend Billy Clough,[229]