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“The Handicap”.     Page two

 

 

And looking close it was plain to see

He’d been having a three week spree

No` like me in training strict

In bed by eight o’clock each night

Lying there at least till noon

Keeping every nerve in tune

Then two hand presses on the bedroom floor

A half hours rest then a couple more

Making sure that on the night

My muscles stood the strain alright

Then running three times round the table

Making sure my legs were able

To follow every bowl I throw

Though why we do it I just don’t know

I gave up working, smoking, drinking

I’ll never win again I’m thinking

But folks I need not tell you more

I ken that most of you were there

But now you know the reason why

Tam played even worse than I

There’s one more thing I’d like to say

Before I take this cup away

I couldn’t have played a nicer chap

In the final of the Handicap                                

 

(c)  Reproduced by the kind permission of Mr Barclay Anderson

 

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