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 Stretching out like a greyhound extended,
 * His girth laid right down on the ground.

A shimmer of silk in the cedars
 * As into the running they wheeled,

And out flashed the whips on the leaders,
 * For Pardon had collared the field.

Then right through the ruck he came sailing—
 * I knew that the battle was won—

The son of Haphazard was failing,
 * The Yattondon filly was done;

He cut down the Don and the Dancer,
 * He raced clean away from the mare—

He's in front! Catch him now if you can, sir!
 * And up went my hat in the air!

Then loud from the lawn and the garden
 * Rose offers of 'Ten to one on!'

"Who'll bet on the field? I back Pardon!"
 * No use; all the money was gone.

He came for the third heat light-hearted,
 * A-jumping and dancing about;

The others were done ere they started,
 * Crestfallen, and tired, and worn out.

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