'ERBERT GOES TO THE RACES
written by Paul Gerard Smith performed by Pat O'Malley One morning, Mother said, "Father, You must get rid of 'Erb for the day, If I 'ave 'im round me for five minutes more I'm afraid that my mind will give way." "But where will I take 'im?" said Father. "Wot will I do with the kid? All over town the police 'ave put signs 'Dogs and 'Erbert is strictly forbid.' " Then chancing to glance through the paper, Mother said, "I think I've found a way. You can bundle 'im off to the race track, They are running the Derby today. "Let 'im play round with the 'orses And pick out a 'orse that can kick, Buy 'im a 'amburger sandwich One of them ought to settle 'im quick." So Father took 'Erb to the race track With a 'eart that was 'eavy as stone, And all the way down 'e kept figuring out 'Ow to lose 'im and come 'ome alone. Everyone at the track was excited and tense, But Father was sullen and grim Until 'e spied a dapper young chap named Malloy 'Oo worked in the office with 'im. This Malloy was a bit of a sportsman And 'e whispered in Pinwinkle's ear, "If you're going to bet on the Derby Lay your money on Queen Guinevere." "I know that she isn't the fav'rite And she's running at twenty to one, But if she doesn't win it is simply because Something 'appens that she doesn't run." Now, Father, though thrifty and cautious Could not resist odds such as those, So 'e wrenched two pounds out of 'is wallet And laid it on Guinevere's nose. Now scarce 'ad 'e picked up 'is ticket When again Malloy 'ove into sight "Don't bet upon Queen Guinevere," said Malloy She 'asn't a chance... Smiley's tight. "Smiley, y' see, is 'er jockey 'E's the only one she understands, Anyone 'oo approaches 'er she kicks to death, But she's putty in young Smiley's 'ands. "There ain't nobody 'oo can go near 'er, There ain't nothink nobody can do, She's a four-legged devil till Smiley shows up, And Smiley's been took stinkeroo." The shock of these words stopped old Pinwinkle short 'E was just like a man made of wood. 'E looked at 'is ticket, and then looked at 'Erb And neither look did 'im much good. Then suddenly 'Erb said, "You leave it to me, I ain't scared of no 'orse ever built; Just point out the stall." But Malloy quickly said, "Don't go near that 'orse, you'll be kilt!" Then Father Pinwinkle turned quick to Malloy, "Let 'im go if 'e wants to," 'e said. "I 'ate to lose money, but if I lose 'Erb, At least I'll be that much ahead." So 'Erb disappeared in a 'ole in the fence And Pinwinkle said with a sigh "'Is Ma will be glad when I tell 'er the news, Let's go watch the 'orses go by." They elbowed their way through the crowd to the rail And looking away down the track; They saw Guinevere was lined up with the rest And young 'Erb was on Guinevere's back. Well, Father was stoned, so 'e closed both 'is eyes And opened them after a while To see young 'Erb whisper in Guinevere's ear, And the 'orse answered back with a smile. "They're off!..." people shouted, and forward they sprang That is... all except Guinevere; Then again 'Erb leaned forward and quite nonchalant Whispered something in Guinevere's ear. The 'orse merely nodded and let out a snort And suddenly started to run, And she 'went by so fast that old Pinwinkle thought She was somethink shot out of a gun. When she reached the quarter, the rest of the pack Was at least a 'alf mile up ahead, But 'Erbert leaned forward and whispered again And she passed them as though they were dead. She came into the stretch doing ninety an hour, She finished the winner and then... She kept right on going like mad round the track Passed the others and finished again. Again she went round and again passed the rest, And I give you my solemnest word She finished again seven lengths out in front So she came in first, second, and third. Pinwinkle collected at ninety to one Oh he was excited no end, 'E reached down and patted young 'Erbert, 'is son, And gave 'im a tuppence to spend. The rest of the spectators gathered round 'Erb To find out just wot 'e 'ad said To make the 'orse Guinevere do what she did But 'Erb merely blushed very red. "It was nothink at all," was 'is modest reply, "'Twas as simple as simple could be. I understand 'orses... they understand me We speak the same language, you see." Then Father stepped up with a satisfied grunt And said, "It's just a matter of course. It proves the suspicion that I've always 'ad That 'Erbie is part of a 'orse."
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