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The sheep were shorn and the wool went down / At the time of our local racing: / And I'd earned a spell -- I was burnt and brown -- / So I rolled my swag for a trip to town / And a look at the steeplechasing.
'Twas rough and ready -- an uncleared course / As rough as the blacks had found it; / With barbed-wire fences, topped with gorse, / And a water-jump that would drown a horse, / And the steeple three times round it.