"Start fair," I cried,—I'd often started fowl
Out of the Moors,—but then I did start fair:
The Course of course I reach'd, and cheek by jowl
Was standing with my betters, gazing there
At a horse winning at his jockey's beck,
As felons win the gallows—by a neck!
"Tak tent!" the Scotchman says, that's "look about,"
But, "take care of the tent," he should have said:
I went within, and wish I'd gone without
A stake, or had a good rump-steak instead;