Mounted Games

The careful gait, the perfect style
Are not for the likes of me,
Give me a mount with the will to go
And a mane that’s blowing free,
Couple with that a lively mind
That’s quick and keen to learn
And I’ll give him the knowledge to do the games,
And the skill to twist and turn.
Make me a rider brave and keen
With a quick and practised eye,
A leap like a stag, fast off the flag
With the nerve to do or die.
If it goes our way on that final day
There’s a chance I’ll achieve my dream
To ride round the arena – hold up the cup –
And be part of the winning team.
Cilla King
Singer: Emma Thompson