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Down the Road

-- Gus Elen

Since first I copp'd a tidy lump o'swag
l've always kept a decent little nag;
But one as I shall sing about to you now,
Was worth a million jimmies in a bag
I matched her against the best that could be found
Four owners made a stake of sixty pound
So the race was duly run,
And I'll tell you how I won
With brave Polly my old pony world renowned.

CHORUS
Down the road, away went Polly,
With a step so jolly,
That I knew she'd win;
Down the road, the pace was killing,
But the mare was willing
For a lightning spin:
All the rest were licked,
and might as well ne'er been born
Woa mare! Woa mare!
You've earned your little bit of corn!

Tom Jones the butcher thought that form untrue!
Says he "Look here, I'll tell you what I'll do
My cob shall trot your mare again next Monday,
And fifty more bright sov'rins I will blue
If you prove she can beat him once again
I'll never more in this world touch a rein!"
Though I knew he'd got no chance,
He insisted on the dance,
So now I must tell you how we slew the slain.

CHORUS
Down the road, away went Polly,
With a step so jolly,
That I knew she'd win;
Down the road, the pace was killing,
But the mare was willing
For a lightning spin:
Jonses's cob was licked,
And might as well ne'er been born
Woa mare! Woa mare!
You've earned your little bit of corn!

Soon after that she reached the final goal
(I'd had the little wonder from a foal)
And grief too keen to talk about was mine, when
Poor Polly was carted off to fill a hole.
My missus and the kids all went with me
The last of poor pet pony Pol to see;
And our neighbours shared the grief,
That was felt beyond belief
When the little mare was buried R.I.P.

CHORUS
Down the road, away went Polly,
Not a face look'd jolly,
'Twould have seemed a sin;
Down the road, the pace was killing,
But the dead mare was willing
For a final spin:
Ev'rybody looked so sad,
And I felt quite forlorn
Woa mare! Woa mare!
You've earned your little bit of corn!