4.


DOwn past the nine-and-fifty mark!
THeir steely hooves were flying!
And the flying mounts with rolling eyes,
Grabbed air like they were dying.

But they never faltered, slowed or shied,
THey could not slow or stay;
For the crops came down and the heels dug in,
For the 25 of K.

There are men who love their horses well,
Who think them fine and fair
But they'll drive a stallion half to hell
When a prize is in the air;

And there are lasses who will swoon,
To stroke a gentle flank
Who'll scream for blood, when the thundering feet
Mean money in the bank.