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Christopher Davis was up upon Mavis	A
And Sammy MacGregor on Flo	B
Jo Chauncy rode Spider the rankest outsider	C
But HE'D make a wooden horse go	B
There was Robin and Leah and Boadicea	A
And Chesterfield's Son of the Sea	A
And Irish Nuneaton who never was beaten	D
They backed her at seven to three	A
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The course was the devil A start on the level	E
And then a stiff breather uphill	F
A bank at the top with a four foot drop	G
And a bullfinch down by the mill	F
A stretch of straight from the Whittlesea gate	H
Then up and down and up	I
And the mounts that stay through Farnshire clay	J
May bid for the Farnshire Cup	I
	-
The tipsters were touting the bookies were shouting	K
'Bar one bar one bar one '	-
With a glint and a glimmer of silken shimmer	C
The field shone bright in the sun	D
When Farmer Brown came riding down	L
'I hain't much time to spare	M
But I've entered her name so I'll play out the game	N
On the back o' my old gray mare	M
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'You never would think 'er a thoroughbred clinker	M
There's never a judge that would	O
Each leg be'ind 'as a splint you'll find	P
And the fore are none too good	O
She roars a bit and she don't look fit	Q
She's moulted 'alf 'er 'air	M
But ' He smiled in a way that seemed to say	J
That he knew that old gray mare	M
	-
And the bookies laughed and the bookies chaffed	Q
'Who backs the mare ' cried they	J
'A hundred to one ' 'It's done and done '	-
'We'll take that price all day '	-
'What if the mare is shedding hair	M
What if her eye is wild	Q
We read her worth and her pedigree birth	R
In the smile that her owner smiled '	-
	-
And the whisper grew and the whisper flew	S
That she came of Isonomy stock	T
'Fifty to one ' 'It's done and done	D
Look at her haunch and hock	T
Ill groomed Why yes but one may guess	A
That that is her owner's guile '	-
Ah Farmer Brown the sharps from town	L
Have read your simple smile	U
	-
They've weighed him in 'Now lose or win	V
I've money at stake this day	J
Gee long my sweet and if we're beat	Q
We'll both do all we may '	-
He joins the rest they line abreast	Q
'Back Leah Mavis up '	-
The flag is dipped and the field is slipped	Q
Full split for the Farnshire Cup	I
	-
Christopher Davis is leading on Mavis	A
Spider is waiting on Flo	B
Boadicea is gaining on Leah	W
Irish Nuneaton lies low	B
Robin is tailing his wind has been failing	K
Son of the Sea's going fast	Q
So crack on the pace for it's anyone's race	A
And the winner's the horse that can last	Q
	-
Chestnut and bay and sorrel and gray	J
See how they glimmer and gleam	X
Bending and straining and losing and gaining	K
Silk jackets flutter and stream	X
They are over the grass as the cloud shadows pass	A
They are up to the fence at the top	G
It's 'hey then ' and over and into the clover	M
There wasn't one slip at the drop	G
	-
They are all going still they are round by the mill	F
They are down by the Whittlesea gate	Q
Leah's complaining and Mavis is gaining	K
And Flo's catching up in the straight	Q
Robin's gone wrong but the Spider runs strong	Y
He sticks to the leader like wax	A
An utter outsider but look at his rider	M
Jo Chauncy the pick of the cracks	A
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Robin was tailing and pecked at a paling	Y
Leah's gone weak in her feet	Q
Boadicea came down at the railing	Y
Son of the Sea is dead beat	Q
Leather to leather they're pounding together	M
Three of them all in a row	B
And Irish Nuneaton who never was beaten	D
Is level with Spider and Flo	B
	-
It's into the straight from the Whittlesea gate	Q
Clean galloping over the green	Z
But four foot high the hurdles lie	A2
With a sunken ditch between	Z
'Tis a bit of a test for a beast at its best	Q
And the devil and all at its worst	Q
But it's clear run in with the Cup to win	V
For the horse that is over it first	Q
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So try it my beauties and fly it my beauties	A
Spider Nuneaton and Flo	B
With a trip and a blunder there's one of them under	M
Hark to it crashing below	B
Is it the brown or the sorrel that's down	L
The brown It is Flo who is in	V
And Spider with Chauncy the pick of the fancy	A
Is going full split for a win	V
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'Spider is winning ' 'Jo Chauncy is winning '	-
'He's winning He's winning Bravo '	-
The bookies are raving the ladies are waving	Y
The Stand is all shouting for Jo	B
The horse is clean done but the race may be won	D
By the Newmarket lad on his back	Y
For the fire of the rider may bring an outsider	M
Ahead of a thoroughbred crack	Y
	-
'Spider is winning ' 'Jo Chauncy is winning '	-
It swells like the roar of the sea	A
But Jo hears the drumming of somebody coming	Y
And sees a lean head by his knee	A
'Nuneaton Nuneaton The Spider is beaten '	-
It is but a spurt at the most	Q
For lose it or win it they have but a minute	Q
Before they are up with the post	Q
	-
Nuneaton is straining Nuneaton is gaining	Y
Neither will falter nor flinch	B2
Whips they are plying and jackets are flying	Y
They're fairly abreast to an inch	B2
'Crack em up Let 'em go Well ridden Bravo '	-
Gamer ones never were bred	Q
Jo Chauncy has done it He's spurted He's won it '	-
The favourite's beat by a head	Q
	-
Don't tell me of luck for its judgment and pluck	Y
And a courage that never will shirk	Y
To give your mind to it and know how to do it	Q
And put all your heart in your work	Y
So here's to the Spider the winning outsider	M
With little Jo Chauncy up	I
May they stay life's course both jockey and horse	A
As they stayed in the Farnshire Cup	I
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But it's possible that you are wondering what	Q
May have happened to Farmer Brown	L
And the old gray crock of Isonomy stock	Y
Who was backed by the sharps from town	L
She blew and she sneezed she coughed and she wheezed	Q
She ran till her knees gave way	J
But never a grumble at trip or at stumble	E
Was heard from her jock that day	J
	-
For somebody laid AGAINST the gray	J
And somebody made a pile	U
And Brown says he can make farming pay	J
And he smiles a simple smile	U
'Them sharps from town were riled ' says Brown	L
'But I can't see why can you	S
For I said quite fair as I knew that mare	M
And I proved my words was true '	-

Arthur Conan Doyle

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