I called him King and King he was, a name he proved so true, a handsome son of Cormac, a fighter through and through.
In the field of steeplechase, a legend he has made, the pride of all Virginia, the mighty King of Spade.
King of Spade, noble mountain deep, King of Spade's a great Virginia steed.
Neck and neck the ape began their steady drumming pace, four miles over fences this gentleman's timber vase.
And when others tire and fade, his will to all is known, he takes the jumps with flying grace to win and guard his throne.
King of Spade, noble mountain deep, King of Spade's a great Virginia steed.
Then as fate would have it, the strength that made him best, would send the big horse crashing to a riderless death.
An errant piece of timber became death's calling part, a weapon made by circumstances passing hit us hard.
King of Spade, noble mountain deep, King of Spade's a great Virginia steed.
Neck and neck the ape began their steady drumming pace, a legend he has made, the pride of all Virginia, the mighty King of Spade's a great Virginia steed.
King of Spade, noble mountain deep, King of Spade's a great Virginia steed.
The races will continue, the circuit will endure, other mounts will surface with the following I am sure.
But long will be remembered, we talk of timber raids, and towering gif-ded guildings.
King of Spade's a great Virginia steed.



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