He thought the thing extremely strange, and asked the man, why he was there,
And stoutly gave the hint, that he was there, to sneak, and dose the mare.
The gentleman, he laughed a laugh. "I've backed the beast myself, by gum!
And you must win, or I will be the loser of a tidy sum."
"Well, look," said Doolin, "pon me sowl, I have me doubts that she's in form."
The stranger glared at Doolin, and with voice, as of a rising storm,
Accused the jock of practices, that were not meet for honest men,
And asked him how he won so oft, and could not pass the post again?
"Well, yis, yer honor, 'pon me faith, it puzzles me the same as you,
That I can't jerk the horse ahead, and win as once I used to do.