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A waving of hats and of hands	A
The voices of thousands in one	B
A shout from the ring and the stands	A
And a glitter of heads in the sun	B
They are off they are off is the roar	C
As the cracks settle down to the race	D
With the yellow and black to the fore	C
And the Panic blood forcing the pace	D
At the back of the course and away	E
Where the running ground home again wheels	F
Grubb travels in front on the bay	E
With a feather weight hard at his heels	F
But Yeomans you see is about	G
And the wily New Zealander waits	H
Though the high blooded flyer is out	G
Whose rider and colours are Tait s	I
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Look Ashworth comes on with a run	B
To the head of the Levity colt	J
And the fleet the magnificent son	B
Of Panic is shooting his bolt	J
Hurrah for the Weatherbit strain	K
A Fireworks is first in the straight	L
And A Kelpie will win it again	M
Is the roar from the ring to the gate	L
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The leader must have it but no	N
For see full of running behind	O
A beautiful wonderful foe	N
With the speed of the thunder and wind	O
A flashing of whips and a cry	P
And Ashworth sits down on his horse	Q
With Kingsborough s head at his thigh	P
And the field scattered over the course	Q
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In a clamour of calls and acclaim	R
The pair race away from the ruck	S
The horse to the last of it game	R
A marvel of muscle and pluck	S
But the foot of the Sappho is there	T
And Kingston s invincible strength	U
And the numbers go up in the air	T
The colt is the first by a length	U
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The first and the favourite too	V
The terror that came from his stall	W
With the spirit of fire and of dew	V
To show the road home to them all	W
From the back of the field to the straight	L
He has come as is ever his wont	X
And carried his welter like weight	L
Like a tradesman right through to the front	Y
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Nor wonder at cheering a wit	Z
For this is the popular horse	Q
That never was beaten when fit	Z
By any four hoofs on the course	Q
To starter for Leger or Cup	A2
Has he ever shown feather of fear	B2
When saddle and rider were up	A2
And the case to be argued was clear	B2
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No rather the questionless pluck	S
Of the blood unaccustomed to yield	C2
Preferred to spread eagle the ruck	S
And make a long tail of the field	C2
Bear witness ye lovers of sport	D2
To races of which he can boast	E2
When flyer by flyer was caught	F2
And beaten by lengths on the post	E2
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Lo this is the beautiful bay	E
Of many the marvellous one	B
Who showed us last season the way	E
That a Leger should always be won	B
There was something to look at and learn	G2
Ye shrewd irreproachable touts	H2
When the Panic colt tired at the turn	G2
And the thing was all over but shouts	H2
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Aye that was the spin when the twain	K
Came locked by the bend of the course	Q
The Zealander pulling his rein	K
And the veteran hard on his horse	Q
When Ashworth was riding twas late	L
For his friends to applaud on the stands	A
And the Sappho colt entered the straight	L
With the race of the year in his hands	A
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Just look at his withers his thighs	I2
And the way that he carries his head	J2
Has Richmond more wonderful eyes	I2
Or Melbourne that spring in his tread	J2
The grand the intelligent glance	K2
From a spirit that fathoms and feels	F
Makes the heart of a horse lover dance	K2
Till the warm blooded life in him reels	F
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What care have I ever to know	N
His owner by sight or by name	R
The horse that I glory in so	N
Is still the magnificent same	R
I own I am proud of the pluck	S
Of the sportsman that never was bought	F2
But the nag that spread eagled the ruck	S
Is bound to be first in my thought	L2
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For who that has masculine flame	R
Or who that is thorough at all	W
Can help feeling joy in the fame	R
Of this king of the kings of the stall	W
What odds if assumption has sealed	C2
His soulless hereafter abode	M2
So long as he shows to his field	C2
The gleam of his hoofs and the road	M2

Henry Kendall

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