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Show A DRAWBACK. I loved to wander on the equine track And my especial choices there to back; Although at times the same would not come in, Vet frequently quite lengthy odds I'd win. I studied pedigrees, and in the rings I recognized with ease the best "good things;" And very oft would grateful trembling lips Hurl blessings on me for my proffered tips. But woe the day when execrable fate Caused me before a horde of dames to prate Anent my powers. To the verdant turf Each dame became at once an ardent self. They think the races loveliest of games And pick the horses with the nicest names; They bid me bet for them upon the track, And when they lose they never pay me back. The Mark. |