Arkle chords

It [Em]happened in the spring-time of the [D]year of sixty four,
When [Am]Englishmen were making pounds and f[Em]ivers by the [B7]score
He [Em]beat them in the [C]hollow and he [G]beat them on the [B7]bumps
A [Em]pair of [B7]fancy [Em]fetlocks, [C]well he [G]showed them [B7]o'er the [Em]jumps.

He's [Em]English! He's English! As [D]English as you've seen
A l[Am]ittle bit of Arab stock and [Em]more from Stephen's [B7]Green
[Em]Take a look at [C]Mill House and throw [G]out your chest with [B7]pride
He's the [Em]greatest [B7]steeple[Em]chaser [C]on the [G]English [B7]country[Em]side.

Then a [Em]quiet man called Dreaper livin' [D]in the Emerald Isle
Said "[Am]That horse of yours called Mill House su[Em]rely shows a bi[B7]t of style,
"[Em] ;But I've a li[C]ttle fella[G] and Arkle is[B7] his name,
"Put [Em]your m[B7]oney where[Em] you put [C]your mouth[G] and then w[B7]e'll play[Em] the game."

Well the [Em]English racing gentleman [D]laughed till fit to burst,
"[Am] ;You tried before Tom Dreaper[Em] and then you came[B7] off worst,
"If[Em] you think your horse c[C]ould beat us yo[G]u're runnin' shor[B7]t on brains
"[Em] ;It's Mill H[B7]ouse that[Em] you wan[C]t to fight[G] and not t[B7]hose bea[Em]stly Danes."

&[Em]quot;Arkle now is five to two [D]Mill House is money on,
"The[Am]y're off! and dear believe I do[Em] the champion ha[B7]s it won,
"There[Em] are other ho[C]rses in this rac[G]e to test the great ch[B7]ap's might
"[Em] ;But d[B7]eary me [Em]it's plai[C]n to see[G] the rest[B7] are ou[Em]t of sight."

"There are three more fences now to go he leads by twenty lengths
"Brave Arkle's putting in a show, poor chap he's all but spent
"Mill House sweeps on majestically great glory in each stride
"He's the greatest horse undoubledy within the whole word wide.

"Two to go still Arkle comes he's cutting down the lead,
"But he's beaten bar the shouting for he hasn't got the speed,
"They're on the run up to the last, my God can he hold out,
"Look behind you Willie Robinson man what are you about?

"They're at the last and over Pat Taffe has more in hand,
"He's passing England's Mill House the finest in the land,
"My God he has us beaten! What can the English say?
"The ground was wrong? The distance long? Too early in the day?"