THE GOFFS MILLIONS
‘Look it’s just not the same’, you may hear them complain
At their pubs, clubs, hotels and racecourses
‘Now you cannot compete, now it’s all so elite
It’s the few, just the few with great horses’
And they might have been right, but hold on there’s a light
And in Ireland we’ll show you the way
You can all have a shot at the bloke with ten yachts
Though he earns more than you in one day
You see Goffs have conspired to fulfil your desire
Two races to satisfy those
Whose dream of a winner that’ll buy more than dinner
Is for real, not a concept supposed
When they say it’s inventive, you’ll notice incentive
With the two ‘Millions’ won, here’s a thing
Thanks to fine Parknasilla, you’re in for a Thriller
When the Guineas come round in the Spring
But we’re talking the Isle and we do things in style
Is an emerald regarded as dull
We’ve got fashion and dinners as well as the winners
You’d be dead if you think there’s a lull.
Add to Ordinary Jo, all those names you might know
If you reckon you’re in on this fix
From the owners and trainers to haughty Sloane Rangers
It’s an all walks-of-life kind of mix
So get onto your mates, set aside the sales dates
Club together and turn up as one
October’s the time, get your syndicate primed
When the bidding starts, don’t miss the gun
Before that the races, when September graces
A change in the seasons; no lies
The Curragh will host what for cash Goffs can boast
Is now Europe’s top Juvenile prize
The Run for the Millions gives hope to civilians
You really can join in the Craic
To know what it means to own these machines
You’ll get more than your money’s worth back
©Henry Birtles