How We Beat The Favourite - A Lay Of The Loamshire Hunt Cup Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Aye squire said Stevens they back him at evens	A
The race is all over bar shouting they say	B
The Clown ought to beat her Dick Neville is sweeter	C
Than ever he swears he can win all the way	B
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A gentleman rider well I'm an outsider	C
But if he's a gent who the mischief's a jock	D
You swells mostly blunder Dick rides for the plunder	C
He rides too like thunder he sits like a rock	D
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He calls 'hunted fairly' a horse that has barely	E
Been stripp'd for a trot within sight of the hounds	F
A horse that at Warwick beat Birdlime and Yorick	D
And gave Abdelkader at Aintree nine pounds	F
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They say we have no test to warrant a protest	G
Dick rides for a lord and stands in with a steward	H
The light of their faces they show him his case is	I
Prejudged and his verdict already secured	J
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But none can outlast her and few travel faster	C
She strides in her work clean away from The Drag	D
You hold her and sit her she couldn't be fitter	C
Whenever you hit her she'll spring like a stag	D
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And p'rhaps the green jacket at odds though they back it	K
May fall or there's no knowing what may turn up	L
The mare is quite ready sit still and ride steady	E
Keep cool and I think you may just win the Cup	L
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Dark brown with tan muzzle just stripped for the tussle	M
Stood Iseult arching her neck to the curb	N
A lean head and fiery strong quarters and wiry	E
A loin rather light but a shoulder superb	N
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Some parting injunction bestowed with great unction	O
I tried to recall but forgot like a dunce	I
When Reginald Murray full tilt on White Surrey	E
Came down in a hurry to start us at once	I
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Keep back in the yellow Come up on Othello	P
Hold hard on the chestnut Turn round on The Drag	D
Keep back there on Spartan Back you sir in tartan	O
So steady there easy and down went the flag	D
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We started and Kerr made strong running on Mermaid	Q
Through furrows that led to the first stake and bound	R
The crack half extended look'd bloodlike and splendid	S
Held wide on the right where the headland was sound	R
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I pulled hard to baffle her rush with the snaffle	P
Before her two thirds of the field got away	B
All through the wet pasture where floods of the last year	T
Still loitered they clotted my crimson with clay	B
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The fourth fence a wattle floor'd Monk and Bluebottle	P
The Drag came to grief at the blackthorn and ditch	U
The rails toppled over Redoubt and Red Rover	C
The lane stopped Lycurgus and Leicestershire Witch	U
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She passed like an arrow Kildare and Cock Sparrow	P
And Mantrap and Mermaid refused the stone wall	P
And Giles on The Greyling came down at the paling	D
And I was left sailing in front of them all	P
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I took them a burster nor eased her nor nursed her	C
Until the Black Bullfinch led into the plough	V
And through the strong bramble we bored with a scramble	P
My cap was knock'd off by the hazel tree bough	V
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Where furrows looked lighter I drew the rein tighter	C
Her dark chest all dappled with flakes of white foam	W
Her flanks mud bespattered a weak rail she shattered	H
We landed on turf with our heads turn'd for home	W
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Then crash'd a low binder and then close behind her	C
The sward to the strokes of the favourite shook	D
His rush roused her mettle yet ever so little	P
She shortened her stride as we raced at the brook	D
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She rose when I hit her I saw the stream glitter	C
A wide scarlet nostril flashed close to my knee	E
Between sky and water The Clown came and caught her	C
The space that he cleared was a caution to see	E
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And forcing the running discarding all cunning	D
A length to the front went the rider in green	O
A long strip of stubble and then the big double	P
Two stiff flights of rails with a quickset between	O
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She raced at the rasper I felt my knees grasp her	C
I found my hands give to her strain on the bit	K
She rose when The Clown did our silks as we bounded	S
Brush'd lightly our stirrups clash'd loud as we lit	K
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A rise steeply sloping a fence with stone coping	D
The last we diverged round the base of the hill	P
His path was the nearer his leap was the clearer	C
I flogg'd up the straight and he led sitting still	P
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She came to his quarter and on still I brought her	C
And up to his girth to his breastplate she drew	X
A short prayer from Neville just reach'd me The devil	P
He mutter'd lock'd level the hurdles we flew	X
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A hum of hoarse cheering a dense crowd careering	D
All sights seen obscurely all shouts vaguely heard	H
The green wins The crimson The multitude swims on	O
And figures are blended and features are blurr'd	H
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The horse is her master The green forges past her	C
The Clown will outlast her The Clown wins The Clown	O
The white railing races with all the white faces	I
The chestnut outpaces outstretches the brown	O
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On still past the gateway she strains in the straightway	B
Still struggles The Clown by a short neck at most	Y
He swerves the green scourges the stand rocks and surges	I
And flashes and verges and flits the white post	Y
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Aye so ends the tussle I knew the tan muzzle	P
Was first though the ring men were yelling Dead heat	Z
A nose I could swear by but Clarke said The mare by	A2
A short head And that's how the favourite was beat	Z

Adam Lindsay Gordon

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