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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.