Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis - A Post-Cup Tale lyrics

I'ad the money in me 'and! Fair dinkum! Right there, by the stand. I tole me wife at breakfus' time, Straight out: 'Trivalve,' I sez 'is prime. Trivalve,' I sez. An', all the week, I swear ther's no one 'eard me speak Another 'orse's name. Why, look, I 'ad the oil straight from a Book On Sund'y at me cousin's place When we was torkin' of the race. 'Trivalve,' 'e sez. ''Is chance is grand.' I 'ad the money in me 'and! Fair in me 'and I 'ad the dough! An' then a man 'as got to go - Wot? Tough? Look, if I 'adn't met Jim Smith (I ain't forgave 'im yet) 'E takes an' grabs me be the coat. 'Trivalve?' 'e sez. 'Ar, turn it up! 'Ow could 'e win a flamin'Cup?' Of course, I thort 'e muster knoo. 'Im livin' near a trainer, too. Right 'ere, like that, fair in me fist I 'ad the notes! An' then I missed - Missed like a mug fair on the knock Becos 'is maggin' done me block. 'That airy goat?' 'e sez. 'E's crook!' Fair knocked me back, 'e did. An' look, I 'ad the money in me 'and! Fair in me paw! An', un'erstand, Sixes at least I coulder got - Thirty to five, an' made a pot. Today I mighter been reel rich Rollin' in dough! Instid o' which, 'Ere's me - Aw! Don't it beat the band? I 'AD THE MONEY IN ME 'AND! Put me clean off, that's wot 'e did… Say, could yeh len' us 'arf a quid?