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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.