We'll both do all we may!'
He joins the rest, they line abreast,
'Back Leah! Mavis up!'
The flag is dipped and the field is slipped,
Full split for the Farnshire Cup.

Christopher Davis is leading on Mavis,
Spider is waiting on Flo;
Boadicea is gaining on Leah,
Irish Nuneaton lies low;
Robin is tailing, his wind has been failing,
Son of the Sea's going fast:
So crack on the pace for it's anyone's race,
And the winner's the horse that can last.

Chestnut and bay, and sorrel and gray,
See how they glimmer and gleam!
Bending and straining, and losing and gaining,
Silk jackets flutter and stream;
They are over the grass as the cloud shadows pass,
They are up to the fence at the top;
It's 'hey then!' and over, and into the clover,
There wasn't one slip at the drop.

They are all going still; they are round by the mill,
They are down by the Whittlesea gate;
Leah's complaining, and Mavis is gaining,
And Flo's catching up in the straight.
Robin's gone wrong, but the Spider runs strong,
He sticks to the leader like wax;