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Of course they all say if this Bobadil starts He'll settle 'em all in a flash: For the pace he can go will be breaking their hearts, And he ends with the "Bobadil dash". But there's one in the race is a fancy of mine Whenever the distance is far-- Crosslake! He's inbred to the Yattendon line, And we know what the Yattendons are.
His feet are his trouble: they're tender as gum! If only his feet are got straight, If the field were all Bobadils--let 'em all come So long as they carry the weight. For a three-year-old colt with nine-three on his back-- Well, he needs to be rather a star! And with seven stone ten we will trust the old black, For we know what the Yattendons are.