Bonny Beeswing – a new song
Come all ye jolly sportsmen, of high and low degree,
And if you please attention pay a moment unto me ;
While I of bonny Beeswing sing, a galloper renown'd,
For she hath won her weight in gold and is with glory crown'd
So drink a health to Beeswing, for the deeds that she has
From Newcastle to Doncaster, many prizes has she won
Her pedigree I will make known, if you the same require,
And tell you what they call'd her dam, and what her noble
With all the cups that she has won, and purses fill'd with gold
Since in the racing calendar Beeswing hath been enroled.
The Champagne Stakes, at Doncaster, she won when two
Besides a thousand pounds or more in sovereigns made of
And at Newcastle on the Tyne, I solemly declare,
A silver waggon was the prize of this distinguished mare.
And near unto Newcastle town was bonny Beeswing bred'
Where by her master, Squire Ord, she frequently was fed,
And when she won three golden cups, which on his table
When he with lords and ladies fair is known to take his wine.
At Richmond and Northallerton, believe me when I say,
That she at both these races hath born the prize away ;
At Lincoln she walk'd over, for neither friends nor foes,
Would try with bonny Beeswing for fear that they should
The Monarch was a famous horse, as is by all confess'd,
While others say that Sadler exceeded all the rest ;
The Dutchess was a fleet one, but neither horse nor mare,
Nor gelding ever yet was known, with Beeswing to compare.
Her dam was Cleopatra, the Doctor was her sire,
From them she got her mettle and from them she got her fire
Nine golden cups she's won my boys, besides such lots of
As never yet was known before, nor can I here unfold.
Nine cups hath Beeswing won in all, and when I write again,
Perhaps another cup or two will lengthen out my strain ;
May Fortune smile upon her then, and on her steps attend,
So now my jolly sportsmen my song is at an end.