THE CUP.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, 1 December 1919, Page 73

THE CUP.

You are walking down the street, Mildly cursing at the heat, And a friend you chance to meet Walking up; Unsuspiciously you pause, And with no apparent cause, !-!<■ jaws, an’ jaws, an’ jaws About the Cup. It’s the Cup, the Cup, the Cup, “Wot’s yer fancy fer the Cup?” “Got no chance ’e ain’t my fancy”— “Ain’t a decent rider up”— “Straight, I got ’im in a double— Ten to one? ’Tain’t worth the trouble." So they boast and blare and bubble Of the Cup.

In the eating-house at lunch • Ev'ry sporting group and bunch Talk between each bit they munch And each sup. Hardly have the time to eat — “Tell yer he’ll be hard to beat,” So they babble and they bleat Of the Cup. It’s the Cup, the Cup, the Cup, “Wot’s yer backing for the Cup? “I’m! Why, blime, ev’ry time ’e Starts ’e ’as to chuck it up!”— Thus they chatter every minute, And I don’t care what will win it, For I don't know one horse in it— In the Cup. There’s no safety in retreat, In the office, in the street, Every blessed man you meet Brings it up. On the train and on the car, On the corner, in the bar, Here and there, and near and far, It’s the Cup. It's the Cup, the Cup, the Cup, It‘s the Oh d—n the Cup!