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"One hundred pounds" the master said,
"To you, me boy I'll pay,
If you will win this race for me
In which you ride today."
I looked him steady in the face,
And touching the cap I wore,
Said I, "I'll do my very best,
And a jockey can do no more"
And with the whip and the spurs,
And a pony to a pin,
If ever a jockey rode in a race,
This day I ride to win.
She whinnied when I patted her,
For well my beauty knew,
As well, or better than myself
The work she had to do.
The first time round the course was run,
In need of a steady strong arm
The mare began to fret and pull
And her blood began to warm.
And in the middle of the ruck
I passed them all but two
And coming the straight me boys
The mare, she fairly flew
Then the whip and the spurs
I applied with all my strength
And as she answered, yes, my boys,
I won it by half a length.
Another from Singabout - Selected Reprints, ed. Bob Bolton, Bush Music Club, Sydney, 1985, published with this note:
Sung to John Meredith by Mrs Violet Skuthorpe Senior of Bankstown, Sydney and learned from her father, Teddy King.