Lay Six To Four—A Ballad of Ring and Book
(With Apologies to Longfellow.) The Derby Day had come at last, IF hen through the Randwich paddock passed A Book ivho raised his voice on high, And shouted loud his batde cry — ... "Lay Six to Four!" "Oh, stay," the punier said, "oli, slay, And let me book the odds, I pray. Six hundred to four hundred twice," But still the book roared out his price — "Lay Six to Four!" "I'll slake five bob," said on& old Dutch, "At six to four, that means—how much?" The book politely shook his head, "I do not bet tuilh skirts," he said. "Lay Six to Four!" • . "Beware! The favourite can't get beat! Beware! Lest Connolly you meet! He'll skin you to your hoofs and hide!" But loud the clarion voice replied, "Lay Six to Four!" They're off! The horses seem to fly, A thousand throats lake up the cry, "The favourite wins! He's walking in!" But still there rises o'er the din, "Lay Six to Four!" , Alas! By some outsider fleet, The favourite on the post is beat, And lohile the punters stand perplexed, The cry goes up, "Here on the next, Lay Six to Four!"
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Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 141, 18 December 1928, Page 25
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201Lay Six To Four—A Ballad of Ring and Book Evening Post, Volume CVI, Issue 141, 18 December 1928, Page 25
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