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Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, It's a rule of the A.J.C. You mustn't train ponies, for that's very wrong By the rules of the A.J.C. You have to wear winkers when crossing the street, For fear that a pony you'd happen to meet If you hear one about, you must beat a retreat That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold owners will find without fail By the rules of the A.J.C., The jockey boys' fees you must pay at the scale It's a rule of the A.J.C. When your horse wins a fiver, you'll laugh, I'll be bound, But you won't laugh so much by the time that you've found That the fee to the boy is exactly ten pound! That's a rule of the A.J.C.