The Bonny Black Mare (1927)(By "Orion.") Farewell to the form, of the bonny black steed,
No more on the turf shall be seen;
No more shall we witness her lightning-like speed,
As she flew o'er the turf, soft and green.
Along with her mate, old Medusa, she's gone
To do matron duties at stud;
Take my tip, between them they'll get something warm,
For where can you find better blood? To sing all her praises I will not attempt,
And, at my song, you won't laugh, of course.
But, now that we know from the turf she's exempt,
I hope she will meet a good horse.
And in the long years of future, my boys,
No matter how oft, when, or where;
Though our ears may be filled and o'erflowing with joys,
We shall never forget the old mare. Chorus: So fill up your glasses, both trainer and "Jock,"
Arid bookies, come rise from the chair,
And drink to the health and also the stock
Of My Love, the bonny black mare. Notes From the Brisbane Newspaper The Daily Standard 7 Jun 1927 p. 10.