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BLUE GRASS BALLADS |
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From far and near, on Churchill Downs, Had gathered folk from farms and towns From river craft and camp and fort To revel in the royal sport, Where, under saddle, spur and lash And flying like a lightning flash, The colts and fillies fought to win New glory for their breed and kin. Thus proudly came the game array, Upon that lovely day in May,
When Ben Brush won the Derby.
A quarter back behind the string, The entries made their starting spring, High bred Ulysses at the pole— With hope to hold it to the goal— And then Ben Eder, Brush and all; But gallant Brush came near a fall, When at the clang of starter's bell, The field went dashing down, pell mell; So First Mate set the rattling pace In that hot foot and famous race, When Ben Brush won the Derby.
Ben Eder pushed young First Mate out, And from the stand a roaring shout Came from his partisans, and then The field was bunched behind brave Ben, |
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