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Wargeilah town is very small	A
There's no cathedral nor a club	B
In fact the township all in all	A
Is just one unpretentious pub	B
And there from all the stations round	C
The local sportsmen can be found	C
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The sportsmen of Wargeilah side	D
Are very few but very fit	E
There's scarcely any sport been tried	D
But they can hold their own at it	E
In fact to search their records o'er	F
They hold their own and something more	G
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The precincts of Wargeilah town	H
An English new chum did infest	I
He used to wander up and down	H
In baggy English breeches drest	I
His mental aspect seemed to be	J
Just stolid self sufficiency	J
	-
The local sportsmen vainly sought	I
His tranquil calm to counteract	I
By urging that he should be brought	I
Within the Noxious Creatures Act	I
Nay harm him not said one more wise	K
He is a blessing in disguise	K
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You see he wants to buy a horse	L
To ride and hunt and steeplechase	M
And carry ladies too of course	L
And pull a cart and win a race	M
Good gracious he must be a flat	I
To think he'll get a horse like that	I
	-
But since he has so little sense	N
And such a lot of cash to burn	O
We'll sell him some experience	P
By which alone a fool can learn	O
Suppose we let him have The Trap	Q
To win Wargeilah Handicap	Q
	-
And her I must explain to you	R
That round about Wargeilah run	S
There lived a very aged screw	R
Whose days of brilliancy were done	S
A grand old warrior in his prime	T
But age will beat us any time	T
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A trooper's horse in seasons past	I
He did his share to keep the peace	U
But took to falling and at last	I
Was cast for age from the Police	U
A publican at Conroy's Gap	Q
Bought him and christened him The Trap	Q
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When grass was good and horses dear	V
He changed his owner now and then	W
At prices ranging somewhere near	V
The neighbourhood of two pound ten	W
And manfully he earned his keep	X
By yarding cows and ration sheep	X
	-
They brought him in from off the grass	Y
And fed and groomed the old horse up	Z
His coat began to shine like glass	Y
You'd think he'd win the Melbourne Cup	Z
And when they'd got him fat and flash	A2
They asked the new chum fifty cash	A2
	-
And when he said the price was high	B2
Their indignation knew no bounds	C2
They said It's seldom you can buy	B2
A horse like that for fifty pounds	C2
We'll refund twenty if The Trap	Q
Should fail to win the handicap	Q
	-
The deed was done the price was paid	I
The new chum put the horse in train	D2
The local sports were much afraid	I
That he would sad experience gain	D2
By racing with some shearer's hack	E2
Who'd beat him half way round the track	E2
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So on this guileless English spark	F2
They did most fervently impress	G2
That he must keep the matter dark	F2
And not let any person guess	G2
That he was purchasing The Trap	Q
To win Wargeilah Handicap	Q
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They spoke of spielers from the Bland	I
And champions from the Castlereagh	B2
And gave the youth to understand	I
That all of these would stop away	H2
And spoil the race if they should hear	I2
That they had got The Trap to fear	V
	-
Keep dark They'll muster thick as flies	K
When once the news gets sent around	I
We're giving such a splendid prize	K
A Snowdon horse worth fifty pound	I
They'll come right in from Dandaloo	A
And find that it's a gift for you	R
	-
The race came on with no display	A
Nor any calling of the card	I
But round about the pub all day	A
A crowd of shearers drinking hard	I
And using language in a strain	D2
'Twere flattery to call profane	D2
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Our hero dressed in silk attire	F
Blue jacket and scarlet cap	Q
With boots that shone like flames of fire	F
Now did his canter on The Trap	Q
And walked him up and round about	I
Until other steeds came out	I
	-
He eyed them with a haughty look	J2
But saw a sight that caught his breath	K2
It was Ah John the Chinee cook	J2
In boots and breeches pale as death	K2
Tied with a rope like any sack	E2
Upon a piebald pony's back	E2
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The next a colt all mud and burrs	K
Half broken with a black boy up	Z
Who said You gim'me pair o' spurs	K
I win the bloomin' Melbourne Cup	Z
These two were to oppose The Trap	Q
For the Wargeilah Handicap	Q
	-
They're off The colt whipped down his head	I
And humped his back and gave a squeal	A
And bucked into the drinking shed	I
Revolving like a Catherine wheel	A
Men ran like rats The atmosphere	V
Was filled with oaths and pints of beer	V
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But up the course the bold Ah John	L2
Beside The Trap raced neck and neck	M2
The boys had tied him firmly on	L2
Which ultimately proved his wreck	M2
The saddle turned and like a clown	H
He rode some distance upside down	H
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His legs around the horse were tied	I
His feet towards the heavens were spread	I
He swung and bumped at every stride	I
And ploughed the ground up with his head	I
And when they rescued him The Trap	Q
Had won Wargeilah Handicap	Q
	-
And no enquiries we could make	N2
Could tell by what false statements swayed	I
Ah John was led to undertake	N2
A task so foreign to his trade	I
He only smiled and said Hoo Ki	J
I stop topside I win all li'	A
	-
But never in Wargeilah Town	H
Was heard so eloquent a cheer	V
As when the President came down	H
And toasted in Colonial beer	V
The finest rider on the course	K
The winner of the Snowdon Horse	K
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You go and get your prize he said	I
He's with a wild mob somewhere round	I
The mountains near the Watershed	I
He's honestly worth fifty pound	I
A noble horse indeed to win	O2
But none of us can run him in	O2
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We've chased him poor we've chased him fat	I
We've run him till our horses dropped	I
But by such obstacles as that	I
A man like you will not be stopped	I
You'll go and yard him any day	A
So here's your health Hooray Hooray	A
	-
The day wound up with booze and blow	A
And fights till all were well content	I
But of the new chum all I know	A
Is shown by this advertisement	I
For sale the well known racehorse Trap	Q
He won Wargeilah Handicap	Q

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