A PILL FOR PUNTERS.

NZ Truth, Issue 151, 9 May 1908, Page 2

A PILL FOR PUNTERS.

The Quick and the Dead.

When a man's .possessed of money, . Ancl he starts out racin' horses, That's the time they cut up funny, Causin' most heartrendin' losses ; That's the time the public dash m. Where the angels wouldn't tread, Ancl then, having got their cash m, Murmur— "Dying ! Dying ! Dead. !'•• For a man with all the boodle, When his horse is m the market, ■'." Takes the , public for a noodle, And prepares himself to "nark it .;" For. the riches he oossesses. And the way the brute is fed. They were never meant for "messers," Who should all ' he dying — dead. When a "small" man owns a "crocky," That's a different position : Then the stewards eye the jockey With a look of grave suspicion— "Looks like leadin' all the way there!" (And they wisely shake their heads). But because he dido't stay there, Then he's dying— dying— dead. Diff'rent laws for diff'rent fellers— This big race game's like all others, For the great official "smellers" Rare scent their gilt-edged brothers ; But the "small fry who co fishin'." Get upon their nerves like lead, Till it sets the small fry wishin' They were dying— dying— dead. "Money bags" can give 'rai mustardRun his horses as he pleases — "He's a man that's to he trusted," Some old smug official wheezes , "He just races lor the honor. Some men race for gilt instead ; Back their nags, and v.ou're a 'gonnev,' " For they're dyinig— dying— dead. <* - it has been, so it must he ; Let the big bug ramp and revel : But I'll give you leave to bunt me, Wnen we all stand on one level; Mn.vbe some of 'em get clever, Just through being overfed. But the quadrupeds" are never— Never dying— dying— dead. When a man's possessed of money, And he starts out racin' horses. That's v the time they cut up funny, Causin' most heartrendin' losses ; Where the angels wouldn't .tread, That's the time tne public dash m. And then, having put their cash m. Murmur— "Dying t Dying ! Dead !"