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JIM SULLIVAN Toowong, Qld SITE SOURCE: Folklore Unit - People
Musselmun's GraveWhere the summer winds blow, and the buttercups grow,Near the swamp by Casino's old course, Where the wild curlew flies, Jimmy's favourite lies, An honest and trustworthy horse. He came from the breed that could stay and had speed, His trainer and jock loved him well, And you never would find, a charger so true, Than the son of old Warlock and Gazelle Wherever he strayed each sweet little maid Would call him by some pretty name, As he stepped proud and light, his coat shining bright, They envied his long flowing hair. For they could not compare, their own silken hair, With the locks that fell down from his crest; He was the pride, of the whole countryside, The king of all chargers, the best. How the crowd on the course, gathered 'round that old horse, When they saddled him up for a race, And Jim dressed so neat, stepped into his seat, With a confident smile on his face. He ran true and straight, and he ne'er came too late, He smothered the field with his run, When the whips they were drawn out, backers would shout, “Hurrah! For old Musselmun's won!” Refrain: Then his name ever fresh, in our memories we'll keep, For he rests where the wildflowers wave; Ye horsemen tread light; let the old hero sleep, For here lies old Musselman's grave. |