John Adam’s doesn’t have a real job anyway🫩😒

un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf.

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nineeeeeee~..

In the hush of dawn, before the race
When dew still clings to turf and grace
There rides a ghost with burning mane
Through time and thunder, through joy and pain

Born under clouds where Kiwis roam
He crossed the sea to make us home
A chestnut flame with iron will
He ran for hearts he couldn’t still

Through dust and glory, through whip and flame
He ran for none, yet won a name
The crowd would roar, the earth would cry
And angels leaned in from the sky

Phar Lap! O heart of might!
Galloping god in morning light
Scattered soul, yet whole you stay
On Melbourne Cup, we ride your way

From paddock dreams to victory cries
You lit the storm in Aussie skies
Through every hoofbeat, breath, and neigh
You run with us, on this Cup Day

The mob took aim, the bullet flew
But fate said “No,” and the legend grew
In leaden weights they tried to drown
But the king still wore his laurel crown

Through dust and glory, through whip and flame
He ran for none, yet won a name
The crowd would roar, the earth would cry
And angels leaned in from the sky

Phar Lap! O heart of might!
Galloping god in morning light
Scattered soul, yet whole you stay
On Melbourne Cup, we ride your way

From paddock dreams to victory cries
You lit the storm in Aussie skies
Through every hoofbeat, breath, and neigh
You run with us, on this Cup Day

And when he fell on foreign shore
His light split threefold evermore
His hide, his bones, his sacred chest
Now rest in lands he once blessed

Through dust and glory, through whip and flame
He ran for none, yet won a name
The crowd would roar, the earth would cry
And angels leaned in from the sky

Phar Lap! O heart of might!
Galloping god in morning light
Scattered soul, yet whole you stay
On Melbourne Cup, we ride your way

From paddock dreams to victory cries
You lit the storm in Aussie skies
Through every hoofbeat, breath, and neigh
You run with us, on this Cup Day

Through dust and glory, through whip and flame
He ran for none, yet won a name
The crowd would roar, the earth would cry
And angels leaned in from the sky

Phar Lap! O heart of might!
Galloping god in the morning light
Scattered soul, yet whole you stay
On Melbourne Cup, we ride your way

King Phar Lap! Legend. Soul divine!
We drink to you with the finest wine
Through every hoofbeat on this day
Your spirit leads the Melbourne fray

Run on, great heart, your race goes on…
In every dream before the dawn…

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Phillipa Soo

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