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They're running like wildfire; the black dog's a turn: Now the blue un's a go-by—she's off for the fern; He has thrown, and has miss'd her; the black dog is in; He's a mortal good judge that can tell which will win.
 * Singing gently, &c.

The black dog is leading the blue dog a nose; She makes for the spinney—my heart, how she goes: The black dog, a thousand! A-done, sir—a-done! He has her! he hasn't! my soul, what a run!
 * Singing gently, &c.

They're getting the slows on, they're all of them beat, It's rarely a sportsman enjoys such a treat; Now, Topper! now, Bugle! they'll kill her!—they won't; They have her!—they haven't!—she beats 'em!—she don't!
 * Singing gently, &c.

See, the Judge takes his hat off, and gets from his horse, And so, 's this wonderful course; They've managed to kill her; but no man can tell Which won it, they both ran so and !
 * Singing gently, &c.

Come, fill up your glasses, whatever you drink, (I shall hold him a "muff" who endeavours to slink,) Here's success to the "long tails," their owners, and all, Who are fond of the sport, whether great folks or small.
 * Singing gently, &c.

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