The first I knew — the engineerWore pants, instead of dresses; And from beneath the school-boys capI missed the golden tresses. 172 ON THE RACE-COURSE. And next this kilted Jockey cameHis steed — a (rocking?) pacer. My four-year-old, in papas boots,Astride a Maud S. racer. … The trotting course — I must confess itIs laid across my body Brussels ; And here the nag and Jockey comeTo train, and stretch their muscles. The arm-chairs next a tally ho ! And Kitty is postilion.The coachman blows his penny horn As if he owned a million. ON THE RACE-COURSE. 173 A stylish turnout…
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