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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Disqualified Jockey's Story</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You see, the thing was this way -- there was me, <br>That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, <br>And Ikey Chambers on the Iron Dook, <br>And Smith, the half-caste rider on Regret, <br>And that long bloke from Wagga -- him that rode <br>Veronikew, the Snowy River horse. <br>Well, none of them had chances -- not a chance <br>Among the lot, unless the rest fell dead <br>Or wasn't trying -- for a blind man's dog <br>Could see Enchantress was a certain cop, <br>And all the books was layin' six to four. <br>They brought her out to show our lot the road, <br>Or so they said: but, then Gord's truth! you know, <br>You can believe 'em, though they took an oath <br>On forty Bibles that they's tell the truth. <br>But anyhow, an amateur was up <br>On this Enchantress; and so Ike and me, <br>We thought that we might frighten him a bit <br>By asking if he minded riding rough -- <br>&quot;Oh, not at all,&quot; says he, &quot;oh, not at all! <br>I heard at Robbo Park, and if it comes <br>To bumping I'm your Moses! Strike me blue!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Says he, &quot;I'll bump you over either rail, <br>The inside rail or outside -- which you choose <br>Is good enough for me&quot; -- which settled Ike. <br>For he was shaky since he near got killed <br>From being sent a buster on the rail, <br>When some chap bumped his horse and fetched him down <br>At Stony Bridge; so Ikey thought it best <br>To leave this bloke alone, and I agreed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So all the books was layin' six to four <br>Against the favourite, and the amateur <br>Was walking this Enchantress up and down, <br>And me and Smithy backed him; for we thought <br>We might as well get something for ourselves, <br>Because we knew our horses couldn't win. <br>But Ikey wouldn't back him for a bob; <br>Because he said he reckoned he was stiff, <br>And all the books was layin' six to four. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, anyhow, before the start the news <br>Got around that this here amateur was stiff, <br>And our good stuff was blued, and all the books <br>Was in it, and the prices lengthened out, <br>And every book was bustin' of his throat, <br>And layin' five to one the favourite. <br>So there was we that couldn't win ourselves, <br>And this here amateur that wouldn't try, <br>And all the books was layin' five to one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Smithy says to me, &quot;You take a hold <br>Of that there moke of yours, and round the turn <br>Come up behind Enchantress with the whip <br>And let her have it; that long bloke and me <br>Will wait ahead, and when she comes to us <br>We'll pass her on and belt her down the straight, <br>And Ikey'll flog her home -- because his boss <br>Is judge and steward and the Lord knows what, <br>And so he won't be touched; and, as for us, <br>We'll swear we only hit her by mistake!&quot; <br>And all the books was layin' five to one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, off we went, and comin' to the turn <br>I saw the amateur was holdinig back <br>And poking into every hole he could <br>To get her blocked; and so I pulled behind <br>And drew the whip and dropped it on the mare. <br>I let her have it twice, and then she shot <br>Ahead of me, and Smithy opened out <br>And let her up beside him on the rails, <br>And kept her there a-beltin' her like smoke <br>Until she struggled past him, pullin' hard, <br>And came to Ike; but Ikey drew his whip <br>And hit her on the nose, and sent her back <br>And won the race himself -- for, after all, <br>It seems he had a fiver on The Dook <br>And never told us -- so our stuff was lost. <br>And then they had us up for ridin' foul, <br>And warned us off the tracks for twelve months each <br>To get our livin' any way we could; <br>But Ikey wasn't touched, because his boss <br>Was judge and steward and the Lord knows what. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Mister -- if you'll lend us half-a-crown, <br>I know three certain winners at the Park -- <br>Three certain cops as no one knows but me; <br>And -- thank you, Mister, come an' have a beer <br>(I always like a beer about this time) . . . <br>Well, so long, Mister, till we meet again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, 
And Ikey Chambers on the Iron Dook, 
And Smith, the half-caste rider on Regret, 
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