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Well, the angels came to see me today |
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Said "We've taken your racehorse away" |
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And I believe it was that bookmaker from . . . |
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I believe that he put one in a pail |
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Oh, the finest in the field only measure to our shoulders |
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They only ever see our heels |
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And I believe every sporting man will cry |
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I believe they'll see everything come passing by |
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She won the Lanark Silver Bell |
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And she stole every heart away |
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She stood her stand at sixteen hands |
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And I'll ride her easy |
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But they've taken, taken my racehorse away |
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There's a racecourse in the sky |
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And that's where all the racing horses must go by and by |
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And I believe every steward, lord and groom |
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I believe that they're calling her home |
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She would look me in the eye |
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And that was all she had to say |
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She stood her stand at sixteen hands |
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And I'll ride her easy |
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But they've taken, taken my racehorse away |
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They've taken my racehorse away |
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They've taken my racehorse away |
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They've taken my racehorse away |
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They've taken my racehorse away |
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Taken my racehorse away |
