The Greatest Polo Match – a verse

Polo Shadows.

Now saddle up your brumbies,
And tighten up your girth;
The task is now before you,
And we will soon know what your worth
For you’ll meet the greatest horsemen,
That ever yet has been;
And see the greatest polo match,
That ever yet was seen.

There’ll be Connelly on a chestnut,
Jim Burgoin on a bay:
Jim Eve’s the champion lightweight,
Will be steering Dargan’s grey.
There’ll be wild and daring Conaughton,
Who’s known through out the West,
As the champion Irish rider,
On his pony, Digger’s Rest.

I’m stuck for names and horses,
Just to give the rhyme a swing
I’ll chuck in Harry Wansbrough,
The old Tomato King
There’ll be handsome Jim the barman,
Whom the girls would like to catch:
And Con the bull, from Baker’s,
In the famous polo match,

There’s Hunter, Lee and Fisher,
And Dymond, too, will shine,
Like he did in dear old England,
In days of Auld Lang Syne.
Jack Eamer and Les Williams,
Will be seen among the batch,
On their famous “macaronies,”
In the worlds greatest polo match.

On the humpies near the racecourse,
There’ll be thousands on the roofs;
While the town band plays a ragtime,
To the thunder, of the hoofs.
There’ll be moving picture showmen—
From the limit down to scratch-
Getting films for re-production
Of the champion polo match.

THE AXEMAN.