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!