I wooed her with a steeplechase, I won her with a fall,
I made her heartstrings quiver on the flat
When the pony missed his take-off, and we crashed into the wall;
Well, she simply
had to have me after that!
It awoke a thrill of interest when they pulled me out for dead
From beneath the shattered ruins of a horse;
And, although she looked indifferent when I landed—on my head—
In the water, it appealed to her, of course!
When I won the Flappers’ Flat-race it was “all Sir Garneo”,
For she praised the way I made my final run.
And she thought the riding did it—for how could the poor girl know
That a monkey could have ridden it and won!
Then they “weighed me in” a winner—it’s not often that occurs!
So I didn’t let my golden chances slip,
For I showed her all the blood-marks where I jabbed him with the spurs,
And the whip-strokes where I hit him with the whip.
Then I asked her if she loved me, and she seemed inclined to shirk
For a moment, so I took her by the head
(So to speak) and rushed her at it; and she seemed to like the work
When she kissed me, though she blushed a rosy red.
She’s a mouth as soft as velvet, and she plenty has of heart;
I could worship every little step she takes;
And the saddling-bell is ringing, so we’re going to the start,
Certain winners, for the Matrimonial Stakes!