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A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup	A
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'Aye squire ' said Stevens 'they back him at evens	B
The race is all over bar shouting they say	C
The Clown ought to beat her Dick Neville is sweeter	D
Than ever he swears he can win all the way	C
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'A gentleman rider well I'm an outsider	D
But if he's a gent who the mischief's a jock	E
You swells mostly blunder Dick rides for the plunder	D
He rides too like thunder he sits like a rock	E
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'He calls 'hunted fairly' a horse that has barely	F
Been stripp'd for a trot within sight of the hounds	G
A horse that at Warwick beat Birdlime and Yorick	E
And gave Abdelkader at Aintree nine pounds	G
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'They say we have no test to warrant a protest	H
Dick rides for a lord and stands in with a steward	I
The light of their faces they show him his case is	J
Prejudged and his verdict already secured	K
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'But none can outlast her and few travel faster	D
She strides in her work clean away from The Drag	E
You hold her and sit her she couldn't be fitter	D
Whenever you hit her she'll spring like a stag	E
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'And p'rhaps the green jacket at odds though they back it	L
May fall or there's no knowing what may turn up	A
The mare is quite ready sit still and ride steady	F
Keep cool and I think you may just win the Cup '	-
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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	F
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	J
When Reginald Murray full tilt on White Surrey	F
Came down in a hurry to start us at once	J
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'Keep back in the yellow Come up on Othello	P
Hold hard on the chestnut Turn round on The Drag	E
Keep back there on Spartan Back you sir in tartan	O
So steady there easy ' and down went the flag	E
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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	C
All through the wet pasture where floods of the last year	T
Still loitered they clotted my crimson with clay	C
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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	D
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	E
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	D
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	D
Her dark chest all dappled with flakes of white foam	W
Her flanks mud bespattered a weak rail she shattered	I
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	D
The sward to the strokes of the favourite shook	E
His rush roused her mettle yet ever so little	P
She shortened her stride as we raced at the brook	E
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She rose when I hit her I saw the stream glitter	D
A wide scarlet nostril flashed close to my knee	F
Between sky and water The Clown came and caught her	D
The space that he cleared was a caution to see	F
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And forcing the running discarding all cunning	E
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	D
I found my hands give to her strain on the bit	L
She rose when The Clown did our silks as we bounded	S
Brush'd lightly our stirrups clash'd loud as we lit	L
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A rise steeply sloping a fence with stone coping	E
The last we diverged round the base of the hill	P
His path was the nearer his leap was the clearer	D
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	D
And up to his girth to his breastplate she drew	X
A short prayer from Neville just reach'd me 'The Devil '	-
He muttered lock'd level the hurdles we flew	X
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A hum of hoarse cheering a dense crowd careering	E
All sights seen obscurely all shouts vaguely heard	I
'The green wins ' 'The crimson ' The multitude swims on	O
And figures are blended and features are blurr'd	I
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'The horse is her master ' 'The green forges past her '	-
'The Clown will outlast her ' 'The Clown wins ' 'The Clown '	-
The white railing races with all the white faces	J
The chestnut outpaces outstretches the brown	O
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On still past the gateway she strains in the straightway	C
Still struggles 'The Clown by a short neck at most '	-
He swerves the green scourges the stand rocks and surges	J
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 '	-
A nose I could swear by but Clarke said 'The mare by	Z
A short head ' And that's how the favourite was beat	A2

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