Farewell To Arkle

You ran and you jumped like a bird on the wing
And centuries from now we will call you the king
If we can travel through time we will go back
To the year of sixty-four at Cheltenham race track
Arkle you're the greatest, Arkle you're the most
You terrorised old England on every racing course
If we live to be a thousand still your name we'll call
Arkle you're the greatest little racehorse of them all
Into history's pages loud the cheer runs
You win your first Gold Cup by an easy five lengths
For the Gallagher Gold Cup to Sandown we'll head
You won carrying top weight while pulling for your head
The crowd will be cheering as you clear the last fence first
And watch you race away with an electrifying burst
They'll see all your great victories until that sad date
At Kempton Park we'll all be cursing your cruel fate
Arkle you're the greatest, Arkle you're the most
You terrorised old England on every race course
If we live to be a thousand still your name we'll call
Arkle you're the greatest little racehorse of them all
On that sorry day in the George V chase
You raced on three legs, your very last race
You had such greatness, true courage as well
Winning all the top races and never once you fell
Arkle you're the greatest, Arkle you're the most
You terrorised old England on every race course
If we live to be a thousand still your name we'll call
Arkle you're the greatest little racehorse of them all
But never on the racecourse if for centuries we wait
Will we see your equal, bold Arkle the Great
From all of us now who loved you and loved you so well
We'll remember you always, Arkle farewell