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The boys had come back from the races / All silent and down on their luck; / They'd backed 'em, straight out and for places, / But never a winner they struck. / They lost their good money on Slogan, / And fell, most uncommonly flat, / When Partner, the pride of the Bogan, / Was beaten by Aristocrat.
And one said, 'I move that instanter / We sell out our horses and quit, / The brutes ought to win in a canter, / Such trials they do when they're fit. / The last one they ran was a snorter -- / A gallop to gladden one's heart -- / Two-twelve for a mile and a quarter, / And finished as straight as a dart.