Polo Wife’s Oath

I promise to attend every game in which my husband is playing.

I will have his whites spotless on game day.

My first priority will be Ham Polo from May until September.

The care of polo ponies must come before the needs of my family.

I will be ready to drive a horse-filled trailer home if my husband is too

tired or indisposed after celebrating his victory.

I will always state that I was watching the game every minute and that each and every shot made by my husband was amazing.

I will act thrilled to attend the same event, at the same place, with the

same people, every Sunday afternoon, for the entire summer, regardless of how I really feel.

I will attend the polo ball with the same people that I see every Saturday and Sunday, at the same place, all summer long.

Although polo players enjoy riding their horses hard and putting them away wet, do not, I repeat do not

allow this same tawdry behavior to happen to you.

Finally and most importantly, I will never wear trousers whiter than my husbands polo whites.

Witnessed on Sunday 2nd May in the year 2010 by the following members of the Polo Wives’ Club:

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Plagiarised with kind permission of the Newport Polo Wife J.R.Bullus

The Stomping Ground

Upon the fi eld of this proud mans land Where leather tears its way through their once soft hands And the stomp of each hoof vibrates through the ground O how I love that sound.

The bit in her mouth makes the mares sparks fl ow And the evil of her eye starts to grow

She tugs through the reins and she pounds across the ground O how I love that sound.

Each man for himself to prove what he’s worth And the horses their masters upon this turf He strikes the ball and crushes the ground O how I love that sound.

They chase the ball and the ride off is on Shoulders collide now all fear has gone Men jostle for possession as horses pace the ground O how I love that sound.

The clock ticks on only seconds left to play The fi ght is on with no chance another day Men scream to their team who guard their ground O how I love that sound.

Possession is won and the goal is in sight The crowd stands for La Dolfi na just might The Gold Cup is won by the best on the ground O how I love that sound.

The crowd on their feet to tread in the ground O how I love that Perfect Sound.

By Abigail Dixon

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