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Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies	A
Shearers trainers and their jockeys	A
Had gathered them together for a meeting on the flat	B
They had mustered all their forces	A
Owners brought their fastest horses	A
Monaro bred I couldn't give them greater praise than that	B
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'Twas a lovely day in Summer	C
What the blacksmith called a hummer	C
The swelling ears of wheat and oats had lost their tender green	D
And breezes made them shiver	C
Trending westward to the river	C
The river of the golden sands the moaning Eucumbene	D
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If you cared to take the trouble	E
You could watch the misty double	E
The shadow of the flying clouds that skimmed the Boogong's brow	F
Throwing light and shade incessant	G
On the Bull Peaks' ragged crescent	G
Upon whose gloomy forehead lay a patch of winter's snow	D
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Idly watching for the starting	H
Of the race that he had part in	D
Old Gaylad stood and champed his bit his weight about nine stone	D
His owner stood beside him	I
Who was also going to ride him	I
A shearer from Gegederick whose name was Ned Malone	D
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But Gaylad felt disgusted	J
For his joints were fairly rusted	J
He longed to feel the pressure of the jockey on his back	K
And he felt that for a pin he'd	L
Join his mates who loudly whinnied	L
For him to go and meet them at the post upon the track	K
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From among the waiting cattle	E
Came the sound of childish prattle	E
And the wife brought up their babe to kiss his father for good luck	M
Said Malone When I am seated	L
On old Gaylad and am treated	L
With fairish play I'll bet we never finish in the ruck '	-
But the babe was not contented	L
Though his pinafore was scented	L
With oranges and sticky from his lollies for he cried	L
This gallant little laddy	L
As he toddled to his daddy	L
And raised his arms imploringly Pease dad div Babs a wide '	-
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Then the father how he chuckled	L
For the pride of it and buckled	L
The surcingle and placed the babe astride the racing pad	L
He did it though he oughtn't	L
And by pure good luck he shortened	L
The stirrups and adjusted them to suit the tiny lad	L
	-
Who was seemingly delighted	L
Not a little bit affrighted	L
He sat and twined a chubby hand among the horse's mane	D
His whip was in the other	C
But all suddenly the mother	C
Shrieked Take him off ' and then the field came thund'ring down the plain	D
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'Twas the Handicap was coming	H
And the music of their drumming	H
Beat dull upon the turf that in its summer coat was dressed	L
The racehorse reared and started	L
Then the flimsy bridle parted	L
And Gaylad bearing featherweight was striding with the rest	L
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That scene cannot be painted	L
How the poor young mother fainted	L
How the father drove his spurs into the nearest saddle horse	A
What to do he had no notion	D
For you'd easier turn the ocean	D
Than stop the Handicap that then was half way round the course	A
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On the bookies at their yelling	H
On the cheap jacks at their selling	H
On the crowd there fell a silence as the squadron passed the stand	L
Gayest colours flashing brightly	L
And the baby clinging tightly	L
A wisp of Gaylad's mane still twisted in his little hand	L
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Not a thought had he of falling	H
Though his little legs were galling	H
And the wind blew out his curls behind him in a golden stream	N
Though the motion made him dizzy Yet his baby brain was busy	L
For hadn't he at length attained the substance of his dream	N
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He was now a jockey really	L
And he saw his duty clearly	L
To do his best to win and justify his father's pride	L
So he clicked his tongue to Gaylad	L
Whispering softly Get away lad '	-
The old horse cocked an ear and put six inches on his stride	L
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Then the jockeys who were tailing	H
Saw a big bay horse come sailing	H
Through the midst of them with nothing but a baby on his back	K
And this startling apparition	D
Coolly took up its position	D
With a view of making running on the inside of the track	K
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Oh Gaylad was a beauty	L
For he knew and did his duty	L
Though his reins were flying loosely strange to say he never fell	O
But held himself together	C
For his weight was but a feather	C
Bob Murphy when he saw him murmured something like Oh hell '	-
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But Gaylad passed the filly	L
Passed Jack Costigan on Chili	L
Cut down the coward Wakatip and challenged Guelder Rose	A
Here it was he showed his cunning	H
Let the mare make all the running	H
They turned into the straight at stride for stride and nose for nose	A
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But Babs was just beginning	H
To have fears about his winning	H
In fact to tell the truth my hero felt inclined to cry	P
For the Rose was still in blossom	Q
And two lengths behind her Possum	Q
And gallant little Sterling slow but sure were drawing nigh	P
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Yes Babsie's heart was failing	H
For he felt old Gaylad ailing	H
Another fifty yards to go he felt his chance was gone	D
Could he do it much he doubted	L
Then the crowd oh how they shouted	L
For Babs had never dropped his whip and now he laid it on	D
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Down the straight the leaders thundered	L
While the people cheered and wondered	L
For ne'er before had any seen the equal of that sight	L
And never will they maybe	L
See a flaxen headed baby	L
Flog racehorse to the winning post with all his tiny might	L
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But Gaylad's strength is waning	H
Gone in fact beyond regaining	H
Poor Babs is flogging hopelessly as pale as any ghost	L
But he looks so brave and pretty	L
That the Rose's jock takes pity	L
And pulling back a trifle lets the baby pass the post	L
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What cheering and tin kettling	H
Had they after at the settling	H
And how they fought to see who'd hold the baby on his lap	R
As President Montgomery	L
With a brimming glass of Pommery	L
Proposed the health of Babs Malone who'd won the Handicap	R

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

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