The Ballads and Songs of Yorkshire / Transcribed from Private Manuscripts, Rare Broadsides, and Scarce Publications; with Notes and a Glossary

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Frank Hawksworth[232] I see, on his neat bit of blood;

But, pull up, my friend, say you've lost a fore shoe,

Else bleeding, I fear, must be shortly for you.

Chorus. With my, &c.

To keep their nags fresh for the end of the day,

Sir Edward[233] and Lascelles just canter away;

Not enjoying the pace our Raby hounds go,

But preferring the maxim of "certain and slow."

Chorus. With my, &c.