Randwick Races    John Dengate   (Tune: "The Galway Races")

(D) We arrived at Randwick races, by (Em) taxi from Clovelly.
I had (C) money in my trousers, boys, and (G) schooners (D) in my (G) belly.
(G) Well the bookies (d) saw us (D) coming and they (Em) panicked in a crisis;
They (G) tinkered with the odds and they (Em) shortened (D) all their (G) prices.
Chorus: With my (D) whack, fol the do, fol the (Em) diddley idle (Em) day

Well the hunger it was gnawing and the thirst was in us rising
While the crowd's excited roaring reached a level quite surprising.
Oh, we swallowed several middies and demolished pies and sauces
And we set to work comparing prices, jockey's weights and horses.
Chorus: With my whack, fol the do, fol the diddley idle day

Denis Kevans said, "I reckon we will finish rich as Pharaoh
If we back the chestnut filly from the district of Monaro.
She's a trier, she's a flier, never knock her or decry her -
She's sixty-six to one; when she wins we']] all retire."
Chorus: With my whack, fol the do, fol the diddley idle day

There was every kind of punter from illiterates to scholars;
I struggled throuah the betting ring and wagered twenty dollars -
Then the horses were away; from the barrier they thundered
And we hoped that very day to collect the thirteen hundred.
Chorus: With my whack, fol the do, fol the diddley idle day

We shouted in despair; Denis Kevans tore his hair,
O'Dea began to swear at the filly from Monaro.
She was struggling in the pack and our very hearts were bleeding;
She was falling further back and the favourite was leading.
Chorus: With my whack, fol the do, fol the diddley idle day