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        A NEW SONG IN PRAISE OF
          Mr CLIFFORDS YOUNG
                           PLANETT
  COMPOSED BY THOMAS WALSH

In Gibdons town there is a steed Young Plannett, call'd by name
The property of P Clifford remark what I explain,
The finest figure of a horse there is none could him exceed,
Were you to trace his pedigree there is no better breed,

You would admire that grand entire, the foremost of the day,
From all the rest that I have seen he really takes the sway,
Could I indite like other Poets to write I would not cease,
You must admit that he is fit to get the greatest praise,

Short legs and powerful body nearly sixteen hands high,
And for to equal him in strength the rest I do defy,
The great Weastherly bought his brother a at the age of 2 I hear
For 2 hundred guineas ready gold & did not think him dear,

Old plannett was a powerful horse and he is just the same,
And well known in this country recorded for his fame,
It would serch the wit of bother tho he had a right good head
To give the praises really due to Cliffords through bred,

There is nothing like good breeing for either man or beast;
His grand majestic form would surely take your tast;
If I was fit to give him praise indeed I would do my best,
In every shape I must alow he exceeds all the rest,

His colour is most beautiful a rich and splendid brown,
The owner is P. Clifford that lives in Gibbins-town,
A warm hearted Irish-man no doubt but that's his name,
I wish him health long life and wealth great cattle to mintain

      P BRERETON, Printer, 1. Lr. Exchange-st