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22 BLUE GRASS BALLADS |
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Along the back stretch thus they flew-Ben Eder's distance barely grew— And so they reached the upper turn, While every rider bent to earn, With whip and spur, a better place, And yet it looked like Eder's race, When Ben Brush won the Derby.
Around the turn, and down the home, The flyers came, all white with foam. By full three lengths or more ahead The two Bens bravely, madly sped, Ben Eder leading Brush a length, When, with a burst of speed and strength Ben Brush pressed forward at the close And 'neath the wire pushed his nose, Then from the crowd wild huzzas rose, Loud and alike, from friends and foes, When Ben Brush won the Derby. |
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BALCAZAR.
His eye is dark and threatening, And kingly is his mien—
He comes of a race of monarchs And his mother was a queen.
His step is proud, his spirit high And he is strong and bold; |
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