(By Tenant-Right out of Coercion),
And then I've such faith in his Jock!
Nay, Ritchie, I mean no aspersion.
You ride very nicely indeed for a "pup;"
But Balfour! All's right when the cry's "Arthur's Up!"
Jockey.
Oh! he's a fair scorcher, a brick,
With the long legs—and luck—of the "Tinman."
But when of the mounts you've the pick,
It's hard if you can't score a win, man.