Potoooooooo
Potoooooooo or Pot-8-Os (foaled in 1773) was a famous 18th-century Thoroughbred racehorse, known for his defeat of some of the greatest racehorses of the time and his later life as an influential sire.
Background
Pot-8-Os was a chestnut colt bred by Willoughby Bertie, 4th Earl of Abingdon, in 1773. He was sired by Eclipse, his dam Sportsmistress traced to Thwaites' Dun Mare from the number 38 family and she was sired by Warren's Sportsman. He was the first foal of Sportsmistress, who also produced the Epsom Derby winner Sir Thomas and the winners Jocundo, Roscius and Sulky.
Pot-8-Os acquired the strange spelling of his nickname through a transliteration error, when a stable lad was asked to write the original name, "Potatoes", on a feed bin. The lad's version, Potoooooooo, was said to amuse his lordship so he kept it, and it appears in the General Stud Book.
Racing career
He was a horse of quality and endurance, with many of his races being run over the Beacon Course, upwards of four miles. Pot-8-Os won thirty-four races over the span of seven years, including the Jockey Club Purse three times, and the Craven Stakes. In 1778 he was sold to Richard, 1st Earl Grosvenor, for 1,500 guineas (about £100,000 in 2014), plus an agreed percentage of Pot-8-Os' future winnings.
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Put It Away
by: CyaYour mind is made up you won't even try
You didn't even cry this time
You say that we could never see eye to eye
And one of us just must be blind
We have our differences
We're still the same
See what we want to see
But you take a second look
And maybe things wouldn't seem the same
If you could see what you mean to me
Put yourself in my shoes
Walk a mile for me
I'll put myself in your shoes
Maybe then we'd see
That if you put yourself in my shoes
You'd have some sympathy
And if I could only put myself in your shoes
I'd walk right back to me
You're gonna keep walkin' and
You're gonna pass me by
You say you don't even care
But I could always recognize a real good-bye
And I know your heart's not there
We've had our differences
We're still the same
Hear what we want to hear
Now I'm head over heels in the lost and found
It's a cryin' shame
I thought we made the perfect pair
Put yourself in my shoes
Walk a while walk that mile for me
I'll put myself in your shoes
Maybe then we'd see
That if you put yourself in my shoes
You'd have some sympathy
And if I could only put myself in your shoes
I'd walk right back to me
I'd walk right back to me