THE FIVE FURLONG RACE.
The saddle’s on the favourite,And they’ve put the numbers up;You can hear the ring a roaringAll the prices for the Cup;And the ladies on the Grand Stand,And the Tipsters on the course,Are excited as can be, and oh!It’s all about a horse.“An’ I got it from the stable,” cry the Tipsters on the course.The trainer of the favouriteHas a smile upon his face;And a little, black outsiderHas a chance to win the race:The crowd is round the favourite,He’s a big, upstanding bay,And the tipsters on the course all swearHe’s going to win the day.And it’s “Put your money on, sir, for he’ll simply walk away.”There are sixteen horses goingTo the starting gate, they say,And the starter’ll have no easy jobTo get them well away;They’re kicking and they’re plunging,And the jocks are swearing loud,And the noise is never ceasingFrom the bookies in the crowd.And it’s “Any price outsiders,” shout the bookies in the crowd.They’re off! The favourite’s leading!See each bookie’s anxious face!The favourite makes the running,Oh, what a fearfulpace—A flash of colour past the post,Green, blue, pink, mauve and red,And the great, big, slashing favouriteJust got beaten by a head.For the little, black outsider, beat the favourite by a head.
The saddle’s on the favourite,And they’ve put the numbers up;You can hear the ring a roaringAll the prices for the Cup;And the ladies on the Grand Stand,And the Tipsters on the course,Are excited as can be, and oh!It’s all about a horse.“An’ I got it from the stable,” cry the Tipsters on the course.The trainer of the favouriteHas a smile upon his face;And a little, black outsiderHas a chance to win the race:The crowd is round the favourite,He’s a big, upstanding bay,And the tipsters on the course all swearHe’s going to win the day.And it’s “Put your money on, sir, for he’ll simply walk away.”There are sixteen horses goingTo the starting gate, they say,And the starter’ll have no easy jobTo get them well away;They’re kicking and they’re plunging,And the jocks are swearing loud,And the noise is never ceasingFrom the bookies in the crowd.And it’s “Any price outsiders,” shout the bookies in the crowd.They’re off! The favourite’s leading!See each bookie’s anxious face!The favourite makes the running,Oh, what a fearfulpace—A flash of colour past the post,Green, blue, pink, mauve and red,And the great, big, slashing favouriteJust got beaten by a head.For the little, black outsider, beat the favourite by a head.
The saddle’s on the favourite,And they’ve put the numbers up;You can hear the ring a roaringAll the prices for the Cup;And the ladies on the Grand Stand,And the Tipsters on the course,Are excited as can be, and oh!It’s all about a horse.“An’ I got it from the stable,” cry the Tipsters on the course.
The saddle’s on the favourite,
And they’ve put the numbers up;
You can hear the ring a roaring
All the prices for the Cup;
And the ladies on the Grand Stand,
And the Tipsters on the course,
Are excited as can be, and oh!
It’s all about a horse.
“An’ I got it from the stable,” cry the Tipsters on the course.
The trainer of the favouriteHas a smile upon his face;And a little, black outsiderHas a chance to win the race:The crowd is round the favourite,He’s a big, upstanding bay,And the tipsters on the course all swearHe’s going to win the day.And it’s “Put your money on, sir, for he’ll simply walk away.”
The trainer of the favourite
Has a smile upon his face;
And a little, black outsider
Has a chance to win the race:
The crowd is round the favourite,
He’s a big, upstanding bay,
And the tipsters on the course all swear
He’s going to win the day.
And it’s “Put your money on, sir, for he’ll simply walk away.”
There are sixteen horses goingTo the starting gate, they say,And the starter’ll have no easy jobTo get them well away;They’re kicking and they’re plunging,And the jocks are swearing loud,And the noise is never ceasingFrom the bookies in the crowd.And it’s “Any price outsiders,” shout the bookies in the crowd.
There are sixteen horses going
To the starting gate, they say,
And the starter’ll have no easy job
To get them well away;
They’re kicking and they’re plunging,
And the jocks are swearing loud,
And the noise is never ceasing
From the bookies in the crowd.
And it’s “Any price outsiders,” shout the bookies in the crowd.
They’re off! The favourite’s leading!See each bookie’s anxious face!The favourite makes the running,Oh, what a fearfulpace—A flash of colour past the post,Green, blue, pink, mauve and red,And the great, big, slashing favouriteJust got beaten by a head.For the little, black outsider, beat the favourite by a head.
They’re off! The favourite’s leading!
See each bookie’s anxious face!
The favourite makes the running,
Oh, what a fearfulpace—
A flash of colour past the post,
Green, blue, pink, mauve and red,
And the great, big, slashing favourite
Just got beaten by a head.
For the little, black outsider, beat the favourite by a head.
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