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点击复制Lord Mortimer’s Rolls — a work of art
Wood and leather that shone from the start
Young Charles waited too long inside
Playing with time and a child’s pride
He pressed the lighter sixteen times
Left tiny marks, a guilty sign
His father shouted, “Boy, that’s gold!”
Then softly laughed, “Count them — and be bold.”
Racing blood — burning in the heart
Racing blood — the spirit passed on
One day the father, calm and wise
Said, “Walk the Isle — forty miles wide
If you make it, my faithful son
Ten pounds of blessing — when you’re done.”
He smiled and set out on his way
Forty miles beneath the island wind
Years went by, and people say
“Now there’s the Isle of Man Specialist — him.”
Then Lady Mortimer said, “Now I’ll race as well.”
Her grace and speed no man could tell
He watched and laughed, “Ah, my dear queen
You’re faster than I’ve ever been.”
Racing blood — forever it runs
Not through the veins but through the sons
Racing blood — burning in the heart
Racing blood — the spirit passed on
Years have passed but the spirit remains
On circuits of passion and silver lanes
Charles helped the young, both East and West
Gave them hope and his gentle best
He called a rider from far away
“Come to Europe — ride your way.”
That boy became a world champion
The dream they shared lives on and on
He gave them chances, hearts to hold
And gratitude deeper than gold
Racing blood — burning in the heart
Racing blood — the spirit passed on
Racing blood — forever it runs
Racing blood — the gift of a man