Then Doncaster crown'd her the queen of the course,
By winning three prizes and never a loss.
And now to conclude, you'll allow me to say,
At Richmond she carried the gold cup away,
So here's to Sim. Templeman, drink to the man,
And beat him on Alice ye jocks if ye can.
TOMMY THUMB.
I'ZE a poor country lad, as you see by my dress,