You've lost, you fool; you know you've lost!
You would not stop to count the cost.
"A dead-sure thing," a "certain scoop,"
And now you're fairly "in the soup."

I told you so!  I told you so!
   You thought it was a "cert."
You staked your bit, you had your go,
   And now you're feeling hurt.
            I told you so!

You vowed your fancy couldn't lose;
You daily scanned the "sporting news."
You "had it from the stable, straight."
Alas! he made his run too late!

I told you so!  I told you so!
   You wouldn't be advised;
You fancied you were "in the know,"
   And now you have capsized.
            I told you so!

For days you flung it at my head --
Where he was trained, how he was bred;
You harped on distance, weight, and age,
And now you are the "busted" sage.

I told you so!  I told you so!
   You simply would be rash.
You were the seer a day ago;
   And now you've "done your dash."
            I told you so!

You talked and talked -- Lord, how you talked!
Your mad career could not be baulked.
You were the oracle -- just "It";
And now you've lost your little bit.

I told you so!  I told you so!
   Oh, weren't you mighty wise.
And now the fact he was too slow
   You have to recognise.
            I told you so!

I told I would tell you so;
I said my turn would come, you know.
For weeks you would not let me be;
And now, by gum, it's up to me.

I told you so!  I told you so!
   I told you that I would.
You've got to take your dose, you know --
   The blooming nag's no good!
            I TOLD YOU SO!

"Den"
The Gadfly, 6 November 1907, p1531