`We've stumped the country near and far
To raise the cash for races here;
We've got a hundred pounds or two --
Not half so bad for Dandaloo.

`And now, it seems, we have to be
Cleaned out by this here Sydney bloke,
With his imported horse; and he
Will scoop the pool and leave us broke
Shall we sit still, and make no fuss
While this chap climbs all over us?'

. . . . .

The races came to Dandaloo,
And all the cornstalks from the West,
On ev'ry kind of moke and screw,
Came forth in all their glory drest.
The stranger's horse, as hard as nails,
Look'd fit to run for New South Wales.

He won the race by half a length --
QUITE half a length, it seemed to me --
But Dandaloo, with all its strength,
Roared out `Dead heat!' most fervently;
And, after hesitation meet,
The judge's verdict was `Dead heat!'

And many men there were could tell
What gave the verdict extra force: