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And of his late actions which he's done before,
He's been lately challenged by Sir Ralph Gore,
For five hundred guineas on the plains of Kildare,
To run with Miſs Portly that famous Grey Mare.
Sewball then hearing the money was laid,
Said to his kind Maſter, pray don't be afraid,
If hundreds and thouſands on my ſide you hold,
I will cover your caſtle with red maſſy gold.
The day being come, 'Squire Melvin did ſay,
Come gentlemen, ſportſmen, to-morrow's the day,
Your horſes, ſaddles and bridles prepare,
For we muſt away to the plains of Kildare.
The hour being come, 'Squire Melvin did ſay,
Come gentlemen that has got money to lay,
And you that has thouſands, I will lay you all,
For I'll venture thouſands on famous Sewball.
The minute being come, away they did fly,
Sewball like an arrow Miſs Portly paſt by,
The people went up to ſee them paſs round,
They ſwore in their hearts that they ne'er touch'd the ground.
And when they came to the middle of the courſe,
Sewball to his Maſter began to diſcourſe,
O loving kind Maſter, pray tell unto me,
How far is Miſs Portly this minute from me?
O loving kind Maſter, you run with great ſkill,
The grey Mare's behind you a full Engliſh mile,
If your ſaddle maintain you, you need not to fear,
You ne'er ſhall be beat by the bonny grey mare.
Now gentlemen, ſportſmen, I bid you farewel,
And I'll home to England, the news for to tell,
That Sewball has left you with hearts full ſore,
For he's beat Miſs Portly and broke Sir Ralph Gore.
FINIS.
