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'He'll earn a disqualification;
Just think over that, now, my man!"

Our money all gone and our credit,
Our horse couldn't gallop a yard;
And then people thought that we did it!
It really was terribly hard.
We were objects of mirth and derision
To the folk in the lawn and the stand,
And the yells of the clever division
Of 'Any price, Pardon!' were grand.

We still had a chance for the money,
Two heats still remained to be run;
If both fell to us—why, my sonny,
The clever division were done
And Pardon was better, we reckoned,
His sickness was passing a way,
So he went to the post for the second
And principal heat of the day.

They're off and away with a rattle,
Like dogs from the leashes let slip,
And right at the back of the battle
He followed them under the whip.