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Music of the Waters. 357 |
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" Put up, therefore, he was before the poop, the auctioneer introducing him to the public by narrating his past and prosperous career, and quickly inducing them to make spirited bids. The bidding commenced at five shillings, and speedily ran up to six pounds ten shillings, each person being answerable for the amount of his or her bid. The horse and jockey being knocked down, the crew sang the following requiem, the melody being the same as that for the dirge :—
" Now, old horse, your time is come,
And we say so, for we know so. Altho' many a race you have won. Oh, poor old man. 2. You're going now to say good-bye, And, &c. Poor old horse you're going to die. Oh, &c.
" The procession moving forward, the horse and jockey were attached to a rope and hauled up to the main-yardarm, and were then, amid plenty of blue fire (stay, the jockey, who happened to be alive, was spared) committed to the deep. The crew then sang:—
" Now he is dead and will die no more,
And we say so, for we know so. It makes his ribs feel very sore,
Oh, poor old man. He is gone and will go no more,
And we say so, &c. So good-bye, old horse !
We.say good-bye!"
Solo. Condolore. . Chorus. |
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