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The Tantivy Trot.
I
Here's to the old ones, of four-in-hand fame,Harrison, Peyton, and Ward, Sir;
Here's to the fast ones that after them came,
Ford and the Lancashire Lord, Sir,
Let the steam pot
Hiss till it's hot,
Give me the speed of the Tantivy Trot.
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II
Here's to the team, Sir, all harness'd to start,Brilliant in Brummagem leather;
Here's to the waggoner, skill'd in the art,
Coupling the cattle together.
Let the steam pot, &c.
III
Here's to the dear little damsels within,Here's to the swells on the top, Sir;
Here's to the music in three feet of tin,
And here's to the tapering crop, Sir.
Let the steam pot, &c.
IV
Here's to the shape that is shown the near side,Here's to the blood on the off, Sir;
Limbs with no check to their freedom of stride!
Wind without whistle or cough, Sir!
Let the steam pot, &c.
V
Here's to the arm that can hold 'em when gone,Still to a gallop inclin'd, Sir;
Heads in the front with no bearing reins on!
Tails with no cruppers behind, Sir!
Let the steam pot, &c.
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VI
Here's to the dragsmen I've dragged into song,Salisbury, Mountain, and Co., Sir;
Here's to the Cracknell who cracks them along
Five twenty-fives at a go! Sir.
Let the steam pot, &c.
VII
Here's to Mac Adam the Mac of all Macs,Here's to the road we ne'er tire on;
Let me but roll o'er the granite he cracks,
Ride ye who like it on iron.
Let the steam pot
Hiss till it's hot,
Give me the speed of the Tantivy Trot.
1834.
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