Down The Road.

Seq - Dr. J.Pitt-Payne. Kar - Bunty Pritchard Jones. Nov 2000.

Since I first copp'd a tidy lump o' swag,
I've always kept a decent little nag;

but one as I shall sing about to you, now,
was worth a million jimmies in a bag.

I match'd her 'gainst the best that could be found,
Four owners made a stake of sixty pound.

So the race was duly run,
and I'll tell you how I won,
with brave Polly, my old pony world renowned:

Down the road away went Polly,
with a step so jolly,
that I knew she'd win;

Down the road, the pace was killing,
but the mare was willing for a lightening spin;

All the rest were lick'd,
and might as well have ne'er been born,

Woa, mare! Woa, mare!
You've earned your little bit of corn.

Down the road away went Polly,
with a step so jolly,
that I knew she'd win;

Down the road, the pace was killing,
but the mare was willing for a lightening spin;

All the rest were lick'd,
and might as well have ne'er been born,

Woa, mare! Woa, mare!
You've earned your little bit of corn.

Tom Jones the butcher thought that form untrue!
Says he "Look here, I'll tell you what I'll do.

My cob shall trot your mare again next Monday,
and fifty more bright sov'rins I will blue;

If you prove she can beat him once again,
I'll never more in this world touch a rein!"

Though I knew he'd got no chance,
He insisted on the dance,
so now I must tell you how we slew the slain.

Down the road away went Polly,
with a step so jolly,
that I knew she'd win;

Down the road, the pace was killing,
but the mare was willing for a lightening spin;

Jones's cob was lick'd,
and might as well have ne'er been born,

Woa, mare! Woa, mare!
You've earned your little bit of corn.

Down the road away went Polly,
with a step so jolly,
that I knew she'd win;

Down the road, the pace was killing,
but the mare was willing for a lightening spin;

Jones's cob was lick'd,
and might as well have ne'er been born,

Woa, mare! Woa, mare!
You've earned your little bit of corn.

Soon after that she reached the final goal,
(I'd had the little wonder from a foal).

And grief too keen to talk about was mine, when
Poor Poll was carted off to fill a hole.

My missus and the kids all went with me,
The last of poor pet pony Poll to see;

and our neighbours shar'd the grief,
that was felt beyond belief,
when the little mare was buried R. I. P.

Down the road away went Polly,
not a face look'd jolly,
'twould have seem'd a sin;

down the road, the pace was killing,
the dead mare was willing for a final spin;

Ev'rybody look'd so sad,
and all felt quite forlorn,

Woa, mare! Woa, mare!
You've earned your little bit of corn.

Down the road away went Polly,
not a face look'd jolly,
'twould have seem'd a sin;

down the road, the pace was killing,
the dead mare was willing for a final spin;

Ev'rybody look'd so sad,
and all felt quite forlorn,

Woa, mare! Woa, mare!
You've earned your little bit of corn.

Soft karaoke
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lyric
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Down The Road Music-Hall seq Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK 17 Nov 2000

Down The Road
Music Hall
sung by Mr. Gus Elen
written and composed by Mr. Fred Gilbert
MIDI Info
Research By Doug Grierson
Sequenced by Dr. Pitt-Payne 17 Nov 2000
Karaoke by Bunty Pritchard Jones