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The Wairarapa Cup, 1886.

'Twas a January morning, But overnight it rained In torrents, sadly spoiling Greytown's course so famed. Nut even rain undaunts, For crowds arrive apace, The W.J.C. flag flaunts O'er patrons of tbe raoe. Despite the rain, a start Over hurdles, madly pressed Snorting steeds to dart, With riders gaily dressed. Once more, for start, a lot Stand prancing in a row. There’s Waitiri—a Musket, Side by side with 80110. At last the flag is dropt, And barely is it down, By nimble jockey’s art, Good 80110 leads the van. Amid the breathless quiet, Under this wetting rain, Answering gaily her pilot, Tbe Musket comes iu yam. Tbe race's! last is ended, The Wairarapa Cup is rnn. All shout, in voices blended, " Hurrah I Macara’s colt has won I” Asshole.

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Wairarapa Standard, Volume XIX, Issue 1793, 10 February 1886, Page 3

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The Wairarapa Cup, 1886. Wairarapa Standard, Volume XIX, Issue 1793, 10 February 1886, Page 3

The Wairarapa Cup, 1886. Wairarapa Standard, Volume XIX, Issue 1793, 10 February 1886, Page 3