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 We ran him at many a meeting
 * At crossing and gully and town,

And nothing could give him a beating—
 * At least when our money was down.

For weight wouldn't stop him, nor distance;
 * Nor odds, though the others were fast,

He'd race with a dogged persistence,
 * And wear them all down at the last.

At the Turon the Yattendon filly
 * Led by lengths at the mile and-a-half,

And we all began to look silly,
 * While her crowd were starting to laugh;

But the old horse came faster and faster,
 * His pluck told its tale, and his strength,

He gained on her, caught her, and passed her,
 * And won it, hands-down, by a length.

And then we swooped down on Menindie
 * To run for the President's Cup—

Oh! that's a sweet township—a shindy
 * To them is board, lodging, and sup.

Eye-openers they are, and their system
 * Is never to suffer defeat;