Banjo Paterson,
How the Favourite Beat Us
(1894)
“ I bet every shilling against my own mare. "I strolled to the gateway, the mare, in the straight way Was shifting and dancing, and pawing the ground, The boy saw me enter and wheeled for his canter, When a darned great mosquito came buzzing around. "They breed 'em at Hexham, it's risky to vex 'em, They suck a man dry at a sitting, no doubt, But just as the mare passed, he fluttered my hair past, I lifted my hand, and I flattened him out. ”
