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The Protest

 I say 'e isn'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.
(Cross-examied by the Committee.
) 'Ow do I know the moke After one sight? S'posin' you meet a bloke Down town at night, Wouldn't you know 'im again when you meet 'im? That's 'im all right! What was the brand on 'is 'ide? I couldn't say, Brands can be transmogrified.
That ain'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! (Protest Dismissed)

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