X:750130
T:GB/7e/13 The Horse Race
C:Blue Fisher, The Horseshoes, Tibenham, Norfolk, 2011
F:http://archives.vwml.org/record/GB/7e/13
F:http://katiehowson.co.uk/south-norfolk-singers-1911
Z:Transcribed by Simon Furey and Lewis Jones
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It's of three north noble country lords
From the Newmarket came
All for a wager they did run
And the riders to do the same.

And as they were a-riding along the road
They met with a little boy
Come show to me Lord Franklin's halls
That his stables we may see.

They took them into his middlemost stable
Among those riders all
There was great Greasy Heel, little lame Boy
Jack Little Molly shall run with you all.

Then up bespoke the poorest duke
The poorest of those three
I'll run you for thirty thousand pounds
And tomorrow shall be the day.

So when Lord Franklin heard these words
He stood with his hat in his hand
I'll run you for gold while gold shall hold
And I'll make it upon our land.
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Then the drums and the trumpets we did sound
All for them to get ready
And All Lord Franklin had to say
Mind you Jack boy and be steady.

The first milepost he did come at
Lord Thompson's man did say
If you can't go her faster than this
Kind sir I'll show you the way.

The second milepost he did come at
The people all declared
They hardly could decide the case
Between the horse and the mare.

There was heel to heel and toe to toe
So merrily they did run on
They went shoulder to shoulder and flank to flank
And the whip and touch began.

And just as they did climb the hill
Lord Franklin's mare being free
She took to her heels and away did run
And Lord Franklin he carried the day.
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