An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
An Original Collection of Songs | ||
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THE JOCKEY.
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A Celebrated Sporting Song, sung by the late Mr. Mathews in his Entertainment with rapturous applause. Air—Epsom Races, or Waltz in ‘La Dame Blanche.’
Of all the lads upon the turf, so wide awake, so knowing,
There's no one like the Jockey—up to everything that's going.
His sire, the Coachman—Cook, his dam—he owns no Groom for brother—
Earth had been two-fold bless'd, indeed, had it foaled such another.
Just fifteen hands upon his feet, and next grass twenty rising—
So tight and clean—sound wind and limb—the Ladies' hearts surprising.
[OMITTED]
There's no one like the Jockey—up to everything that's going.
His sire, the Coachman—Cook, his dam—he owns no Groom for brother—
Earth had been two-fold bless'd, indeed, had it foaled such another.
Just fifteen hands upon his feet, and next grass twenty rising—
So tight and clean—sound wind and limb—the Ladies' hearts surprising.
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Here they come, and there they go—'tis done, undone, and done!
Two to one, till the heat is run, and the race is lost and won!
Two to one, till the heat is run, and the race is lost and won!
Life's a chance, and fortune favours still the bold in courting,
Then while I live the odds I'll give, there's pleasure still in sporting.
Who'll win or lose a toss up is. A hundred years pass'd over
'Twill all the same be with the game—then let us live in clover.
So up and down, so wing and fly, so knowing and so clever,
Let me a jockey live and die—a jockey's life for ever!
[OMITTED]
Then while I live the odds I'll give, there's pleasure still in sporting.
Who'll win or lose a toss up is. A hundred years pass'd over
'Twill all the same be with the game—then let us live in clover.
So up and down, so wing and fly, so knowing and so clever,
Let me a jockey live and die—a jockey's life for ever!
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Here they come, and there they go—'tis done, undone and done—
Two to one the heat is run—the race is lost and won.
Two to one the heat is run—the race is lost and won.
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