THE DERBY

Why do they come on that June afternoon

To the top of a hill, at the Capital’s edge

Why sit in traffic for half of the day

Why are they here; well they’ve gathered to pledge

An allegiance to one and for centuries they’ve come

To witness the run of the boy who’ll be king

Who’s name could be sung, for as long as men sing

Who’s proved that he holds all the aces you need

Assuming the mantle that greatness bestows

By placing himself at the head of his breed

To put to the sword the most worthy of foes

Why do the names of the victors stand tall

When a name as a name can mean nothing at all

Ask when you walk down your street or afar

Have you heard of Nijinsky, Mill Reef or Shergar

D’you know what I mean when I speak in hushed tones

D’you know what I mean when you can’t describe joy

D’you get what they get when one rises alone

Why the blood still runs fast at the mention of Troy

This is the Derby and this is the race

That the rest of the World, through its name find a place

For their own measurement, for their own litmus test

To find a Horse worthy of calling the best

And it all started here upon high Epsom Downs

Where the greatest still fight for the greatest of crowns

Where men stand as one, whether blue blood or red

Whether born of the street, or in purple are bred.

And they stand here to cheer and they stand here to call

And they stand to acclaim one who rose above all

This is the Derby and this is the race

This the Kingmaker; hold tight, take your place

©Henry Birtles
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