And I carried gold and blue:
The jockey bent low on my withers,
“Now is the time,” he said,
And I made one mighty effort,
And beat all the rest, by a head.
How I loved the cheers and the shouting,
I knew well as they, I had won,
And I walked proudly back to the paddock,
For I knew my career had begun.
The next year began like sunshine,