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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344014" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mulligan's Mare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place <br>To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; <br>The height of choice spirits from near and from far <br>Were all concentrated on Mulligan's bar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was "Jerry the Swell", and the jockey-boy Ned, <br>"Dog-bite-me" -- so called from the shape of his head -- <br>And a man whom the boys, in their musical slang, <br>Designated the "Gaffer of Mulligan's Gang". </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Mulligan's Gang had a racer to show, <br>A bad un to look at, a good un to go; <br>Whenever they backed her you safely might swear <br>She'd walk in a winner, would Mulligan's mare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Mulligan, having some radical views, <br>Neglected his business and got on the booze; <br>He took up with runners -- a treacherous troop -- <br>Who gave him away, and he "fell in the soup". </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so it turned out on a fine summer day, <br>A bailiff turned up with a writ of "fi. fa."; <br>He walked to the bar with a manner serene, <br>"I levy," said he, "in the name of the Queen." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Mulligan wanted, in spite of the law, <br>To pay out the bailiff with "one on the jaw"; <br>He drew out to hit him; but ere you could wink, <br>He changed his intention and stood him a drink. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A great consultation there straightway befell <br>'Twixt jockey-boy Neddy and Jerry the Swell, <br>And the man with the head, who remarked "Why, you bet! <br>Dog-bite-me!" said he, "but we'll diddle 'em yet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"We'll slip out the mare from her stall in a crack, <br>And put in her place the old broken-down hack; <br>The hack is so like her, I'm ready to swear <br>The bailiff will think he has Mulligan's mare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"So out with the racer and in with the screw, <br>We'll show him what Mulligan's talent can do; <br>And if he gets nasty and dares to say much, <br>I'll knock him as stiff as my grandfather's crutch." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then off to the town went the mare and the lad; <br>The bailiff came out, never dreamt he was "had"; <br>But marched to the stall with a confident air -- <br>"I levy," said he, "upon Mulligan's mare." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He watched her by day and he watched her by night, <br>She was never an instant let out of his sight, <br>For races were coming away in the West <br>And Mulligan's mare had a chance with the best. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Here's a slant," thought the bailiff, "to serve my own ends, <br>I'll send off a wire to my bookmaking friends: <br>'Get all you can borrow, beg, snavel or snare <br>And lay the whole lot against Mulligan's mare.'" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The races came round, and the crowd on the course <br>Were laying the mare till they made themselves hoarse, <br>And Mulligan's party, with ardour intense, <br>They backed her for pounds and for shillings and pence. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But think of the grief of the bookmaking host <br>At the sound of the summons to go to the post -- <br>For down to the start with her thoroughbred air <br>As fit as a fiddle pranced Mulligan's mare! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They started, and off went the boy to the front, <br>He cleared out at once, and he made it a hunt; <br>He steadied as rounding the corner they wheeled, <br>Then gave her her head -- and she smothered the field. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The race put her owner right clear of his debts; <br>He landed a fortune in stakes and in bets, <br>He paid the old bailiff the whole of his pelf, <br>And gave him a hiding to keep for himself. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So all you bold sportsmen take warning, I pray, <br>Keep clear of the running, you'll find it don't pay; <br>For the very best rule that you'll hear in a week <br>Is never to bet on a thing that can speak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whether you're lucky or whether you lose, <br>Keep clear of the cards and keep clear of the booze, <br>And fortune in season will answer your prayer <br>And send you a flyer like Mulligan's mare.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344014" data-title="Mulligan's Mare de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The height of choice spirits from near and from far Were all concentrated on Mulligan's bar. 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