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Title: The Protest
Author: Banjo Paterson [
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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-examined by the Committee.)
'Ow do I know the moke
After one sight?
S'posin' you met a bloke
Down town at night,
Wouldn't you know 'im again when you met 'im?
That's '_I'm_ 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.)
[The end]
Banjo Paterson's poem: Protest
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