Hardy Turk 
Words & Music by Steve Saville and Mick Armitage

Although I tend to tag my name on this song, it is really Steve's. My only contribution was a few modifications to his original version. I have always enjoyed singing it, and it is liked by many people. Steve had been watching a horse race on T/V; a confident looking horse called Hardy Turk was giving a spectacular performance until close to the end of the race, when an 'old grey' caught it up and pipped it to the post. However, shortly after the race, the 'old grey' was disqualified for 'hugging the rail' (whatever that means - I'm not into horse racing!). It was this incident that inspired Steve to write the song.


Hardy Turk

Now we were watchin' the two-fifteen
From Haydock Park on a T/V screen,
When we thought we'd pick ourselves a nag.
Well we picked a mare name o' Hardy Turk,
And you should 'a' seen that old mare work;
We thought we had that race right in the bag.

Now he came out of that starting gate
Just like he'd been born yesterday,
And I swear I've never seen a faster horse:
He was moving like an express train,
When he came 'round once again;
Half way down the grandstand 'round the course.

Now he went past one horse, two and three
Like he'd been stung by a bumble bee;
And he went so fast I thought he'd never stop.
I said "Hey partner, I'll guarantee,
Seems like we've backed a pedigree",
We knew old Hardy 'd run until he dropped.
                                                                 (Go Hardy)

CHORUS:

Hardy - - (Hardy - -), Hardy Turk.

      ****

    (Instrumental Break)

Three furlongs from the finish line,
And Hardy 's still doin' fine;
We thought we'd won ourselves ten thousand bucks.
Then out of nowhere came a horse,
Huhh! -- like a rocket, up the course;
My partner and I exchanged real worried looks.
                                                        (I'm worried boy!)

Now the other horse was a dapple grey,
And he was out to spoil our day,
He pulled up right along old Hardy's side;
And the two were racing neck and neck,
And we were yellin' "run like heck!";
Hardy don't ever say die.

CHORUS:

Hardy - - (Hardy - -), Hardy Turk.

      ****

Now Hardy hadn't got the strength
And the old grey won by half a length;
We thought we'd lost our money down the drain;
Then the microphone did hail,
They'd scratched the grey for huggin' the rail;
It seemed like Hardy 'd done it once again.
                                                   (Good old Hardy)

CHORUS:

Hardy - - (Hardy - -), Hardy Turk.
Hardy - - (Hardy - -), Hardy Turk.


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