A NEW SONG
Or, the Gamblers Fitted.
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YOU sportsmen all both old and young,
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Come listen now unto my song,
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It is of a foot-race which was run,
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At Drax in Yorkshire by two men,
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To my fa. da. la, etc
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One of whose names it was C---[s] W---r,
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Not a great runner, but a great talker,
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Tother Eclipse a man of fame,
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For by his running he got that name.
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On the twenty f[ift]h day of August,
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The rime appointed that run they must,
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Where a great many people did resort,
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To Drax to see the famous sport.
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When many people was come there,
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They some of them begun to fear,
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Says they no race we shall have I think,
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For C---s is come without his jink.
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But soon the money he did produce,
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Or we shoud have said it was his excuse,
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O then says they now lets to place,
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For I believe we shall have a race.
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While the company stayd in town,
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They cryd out Eclipse for half a crown,
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No sooner into the field they came,
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But the gamblers all changd their name.
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They cryd out C---s for a pound or two,
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Which made Drax people all look blue,
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Oh says they our chance is ill,
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For these must needs be men of skill.
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They started but had not run half way,
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Before C---s begun to shew foul play,
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O then says Eclipse if thats the case,
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Ill let thee see another pace.
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Then Eclipse made a spring and left him soon,
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Which made the gamblers to look down,
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Upon that Drax people gave a shout,
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And made poor Ch---s give running out.
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O brave Eclipse thou hast won this race,
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And brought this Champion to disgrace,
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Thy name shall be Eclipse for ever,
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While Ch---s is nought but a deceives.
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So to conclude and end my song,
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I hope the gamblers will think on,
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And never shout with such a sound,
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To lay a guinea to a pound.
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If any of you I do offend,
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With these few lines I now have pennd,
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I ask your pardon for the same,
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But Ill conclude with Eclipses fame.
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To my fa, da, la, da, la, da, la.
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lade, dou, dade, dou, de.
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