To pick winners, in print he each week pledged his word;
Gents who love "the blue ribbon," and sport the blue veil,
Became quite confidential with Ripeforajail.
Ripeforajail to distinction is come,
He's no longer a tout, but he owns a flash home;
A fig for The Davis and 'cute Harry Hill!
They might lay the long odds, he lays longer odds still,
A baize board and counter, and weeds very stale,
Are the sole stock in trade of bold Ripeforajail.
The Cockburn was steel, and the Bethel was stone,