The Protest

I say‘ e is n't Remorse!

‘ Ow do I know?

Saw‘ im on Riccarton course

Two year ago!

Think I'd forget any‘ orse?

Course‘ e's The Crow!

Bumper Maginnis and I,

After a “go”,

Walkin’ our‘ orses to dry,

I says, “Hello!

What's that old black goin’ by?”

Bumper says “Oh!

That's an old cuddy of Flanagan's —

Runs as The Crow!”

Now they make out‘ e's Remorse.

Well, but I know.

Soon as I came on the course

I says “‘ Ello!

‘ Ere's the old Crow.”

Once a man's seen any‘ orse,

‘ Course‘ e must know.

Sure as there's wood in this table,

I say‘ e's The Crow.

‘ Ow do I know the moke

After one sight?

S'posin’ you met a bloke

Down town at night,

Would n't you know‘ im again when you met‘ im?

That's‘ I'm all right!

What was the brand on‘ is‘ ide?

I could n't say,

Brands can be transmogrified.

That ai n't the way —

It's the look of a‘ orse and the way that‘ e moves

That I'd know any day.

What was the boy on‘ is back?

Why,‘ e went past

All of a minute, and off down the track.

— “The‘ orse went as fast?”

True, so‘ e did! But, my eyes, what a treat!

‘ Ow can I notice the‘ ands and the seat

Of each bumble-faced kid of a boy that I meet?

Lor’! What a question to ast!