Upon the horse race at Newmarket between the Earle of Suffolk and Sir Horatio Tounshend Barronet the 4th of November 1652.

As through Newmarket I passed of late
A muster of Jockyes I ther espide
That came to run mony and not for the plate
And all the Cracks went on Suffolk side

The Town is devided soe ther's a dispute
Thick arguments layd doun in yellow and white
But those lodg'd in Suffolk did Cambridg confure
And guave them a non plus ere it was night

The Pegasus Steed that bore the great fame
Soe pittifull poorly and hobling rides
His sides were well guilded for all's thundring name
And Northumberland ran short of Silver sides

Ther was such confidence that he would win
As to the stoop they were leading him out
That all the house of the Howards and kin
In betting their pockets disperced about

The other as He approached the post
As meaner far and of mortall race
Had but some five or six frends at the most
To back him and counsail him t'run apace

In a plain sheet and blanket as bad
He was accoutred as if doom'd to lose
When Tother a stall soe victorious had
As silver could make bespangled with Oes

Besides the fayer hands his ribbons tide on
Was enough to discourage the other side all
For Bewues charmes we say yeild to none
But win the day wher ere they doe fall

I thought well that Wallsingxam would not have been
'Gainst Norfolk, yet soe it appeered he was
And though in such riding he's very well seen
They borrowd an other to take the disgrace

A fellow cut out for the nonce you would say
As if all his gutts into one were spun
Soe lank, had a pudding but lien in the way
Some verely think that that He'd ha won

I will not say to whom he belonges
His Lord is my frend and soe I forbear
Yet all are acquainted with rimes and with songes
Know well they may clinch, not prick though come neer

One Neighbour I had too that was soe bould
Because he had cast a figure or Spell
To tel him what's done, he lookt for my gould
But't fel out I should prise his silver aswell

Ther were of Lords some poor and some Rich
Some that drank wine and some that drank Ale
Yet ere they ran none propheside which
Should win before him that came from Skars-dale

That name raysd a dampe; soe when they all mett
And making the stakes that bets might abound
He bravely steps out and guives the onsett
Soe eased his pockets of many a pound

What Care I quoth Jack that Corpulent Squier
I never sawe any match but one lost
And this may perchance draw the Barronet higher
Creating him Jocky to his noe small Cost

Soe strikes in a new an other to make
Which is accepted and our side agrees
To run with the Barb and to double the stake
And venture two hundred to win or to seese

Sir Cotten and Soams and the rest that were ther
Our opposites had soe great a defeat
For wheras they hoped to carry it cleer
They found those hopes blasted when as they were beat

The Russels came in their Tunshend to back
And ventured far his side to maintain
Besides some of his own name were not slack
To throw at the Caster and venture their main

Ther was a (Collonell) man of armes
As He himself reported that came
Against us, whose Dice had they had noe more charms
Than heer he had luck, his welth had been tame

Sir Ned too that Elder I must not forget
He wanted some Crowns his pockets to fill
And soe he came posting from London to ber
And yet his pockets were empty stil

Now that record of this course might be taken
Honest Sir Sim: and his Poet were by
But as soon as they found they all were mistaken
They quencht their own thirsts but left their quite dry

Wherfore least any mistakes by report
Should issue in prejudice of what was done
I guave my Pen this freedom to sport
And thus you have all who lost and who won

additional or 2 d part to the same tune

Now that I may guive each Jocky his stile
As they marcht up and doun the toun
Some Reeling out of their ranks into file
When Barly-corn-broth had seised the Crown

Owld Willson, Owld Soresby, and Owld David Heard
Three principall members of that cheating raff
Who had rod matches since Adam wore beard
Yet now like yong birdlings were caught with chaff

Whilst Bignall and Desborow aymd at the prise
And started ofe the skoar on a sudden
The first gaind the Ditch in all mens eyes
And soe the last came as if post for a Pudding