Saltbush Bill and other Verses

The Protest

Andrew Barton ‘Banjo’ Paterson

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 meet a bloke
    Down town at night,
Wouldn’t you know ’im again when you met ’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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