The race calendar is perennial,
So the Big Ben and Braemar were the pair,
The hills glowed a right royal purple,
The handsome Don Reid was there!
The massed bands came in a piping
The excited crowds, they were rare.
My ankle was quite bloody painful,
But I was racing, so I didn’t care!
And traditions they are persistent,
Which why I saw Queeny stare
And the ever Boggy, bold Dick Wall, give the V sign to the timekeepers!