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THE "WERRY FAST CRAB." |
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THE "WERRY FAST CRAB."
BY A MEMBER OF THE "DIGBY CLUB," BOSTON.
Whether "Acorn" or "The Old 'Un"—the editor of the "Morning
Post," (who gave these lines "a first rate notice," by the
bye,) or "The Young 'Un," was the writer of the following
epic—in the style of "Pickle Emmons"—this deponent saith
not; he simply commends them to those lovers of horse flesh
who are in the habit of sporting their "bits of blood" on the
road—a numerous class in which "the b'hoys" greatly predominate.
I.
They may talk of their "Fashion,"And "Bonnets of Blue,"
Of "Blue Dick" and "Ripton,"
And "Confidence" too;
Their owners were lucky,
But I made a grab;
When I bought for a trifle
That "werry fast Crab."
II.
"Chest foundered" and hairless,And "sprung" though she be,
She's an eye-sore to others,
A good 'un to me;
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Or sand cart, or cab,
Can show such a nag
As my "werry fast Crab."
III.
Braced back in my phaeton,A "six" in my jaw,
I touches her up
On an elegant "raw—"
That I keeps for myself—
When I gives it a "dab;"
Off flies, like a tortoise,
My "werry fast Crab."
IV.
Talk of ten miles an hour!It causes a smile;
My "werry fast Crab"
Goes ten hours the mile;
With springs on her fore-knees,
As slick as a slab,
She stands in her splices,
My "werry fast Crab."
V.
She's a nice easy keeper,I tell you the truth;
And this is the reason,
She's narry a tooth;
Of the ages of females,
One ought not to blab,
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Of the age of my "Crab."
VI.
At the next Cambridge racesLook out for a "splore"—
You'll own you ne'er saw
Such a critter before:
I'll make at the purse
A most desperate grab,
If it cost a new "maw"
On my "werry fast Crab."
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