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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.