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Hark! what a confusion, the betting's begun,
By crossing and jostling much may be lost;
Pottatoes 'gainst diomond—I bet you, done! done!
I'll edge that bet off—I'm wrong side of the post:
The heat being over, the booths how they cram,
At the table EO this guinea I won;
Come, bring us more porter, more beef, and more ham,
Pray, sir, what's o'clock? Clock! zounds! my gold watch is gone.

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(Speaking).
Hark you, you scoundrel, did you see any thing of my watch? I can shell you a fery coot vatch. Did you vant any thing in my vay? buckles or buttons.—I say, Moses, ha' you got any pork to sell?—Vat's dat to you, you great pig blackguard?—Come, neighbours and friends, here's a new song, entitled and call'd, the humour's of the turf.—I say, Moll, von't you have a glass before you begin?—Walk in, walk in! shew 'em in there! The greatest curiosity on the course, the live lion from Bengal in the East Indies (yaw) only hear how he roars.—Stand back there, and make way for that gentleman in the smock frock.—How do you like it, sir?—Why, it's d---d stuff—There! there! only give it a character! (Yaw) Hear the lion, how he sings

fillaloo, &c.