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!