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Just beyond All Alone going back	A
Is the humpy of Hatter Magee	B
We had travelled all day on the track	A
And he offered us mutton and tea	B
Mack is rather reserved but will speak	C
On one theme and with eloquence too	D
That's his angular chestnut The Freak	C
Here's a tale that he told through the week	C
And I try to believe it is true	D
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'True he ain't no account ez a nag	E
An' I'm not goin' to boast of his blood	F
If I liked I could pitch you a mag	E
'Bout his sire once a prince of the stud	F
Give performances coloured and plain	G
An' a pedigree long ez my arm	H
Which is style but I'm straight in the main	G
So he ain't of the Wangdoodle strain	G
Nor his dam wasn't Kate nor The Charm	H
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'Fiddle headed an' spavined Well p'raps	I
Yes his legs is all over the shop	J
An' his pacin's described by the chaps	I
Ez a sort of a wallaby hop	J
He ain't good over sticks an' a mile	K
In four thirty's his best up to date	L
An' he's jest pure Gehenna fer guile	K
But I wouldn't sell out fer a pile	K
'Cause I'm not goin dog on a mate	L
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'See I'm here and he's yonder of course	M
But I might 'a' been crow bait by now	N
Once my life seemed to hang on that horse	M
An' I didn't get left That is how	N
They've bin tellin' you Billy an' Spence	O
Ah they're mighty smart men down the creek	C
An' they won't allow horses has sense	O
But jest guy it ez chance or pretence	O
When I tell what was done by The Freak	C
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'But I'm here an' he's there that's enough	P
We were out 'mong the Misery Hills	O
'Course you don't know the country It's rough	P
An' the man that it corners it kills	O
I can't figure what happened us quite	Q
But we came in a heap me an' him	R
When I knew who I was it was night	Q
An' my head an' my chest wasn't right	Q
An' the bone poked right outer this limb	R
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'Fer a spell I felt horribly sick	S
While I held there a meetin' of me	B
Proposed 'It is U P with Dick '	-
Put an' carried unanermously	K
Broken legged fifteen mile from the Creek	C
I weighed chances an' gave up the case	O
But I didn't deal fair by The Freak	C
Till he limped to me staggered an' weak	C
An' he flopped his ole lip in my face	O
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'Do I fondled his nose like a fool	K
An' I called him love names without end	T
Though I ain't a soft man as a rule	K
There is times when I sorter unbend	T
'Taint no use now to talk of the pain	G
I endoored ez I struggled to climb	U
To his back from a log or explain	G
How I fell back again an' again	V
But I gave up exhausted in time	U
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'An' I flung myself down on the ground	W
An' I cursed an' yes maybe I cried	X
But The Freak he came nosin' around	W
An' he rolled over right by my side	X
Don't you try to explain I'm content	Y
That he knew jest ez well ez could be	B
'Cos I looked in his eyes ez he bent	Y
By the Lord an' I saw what he meant	Y
An' that's good enough talkin' fer me	B
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'Well I crawled on his back ez he lay	K
An' he heaved himself up again so	O
An' then struck out fer home an' till day	K
I hung on to him how I don't know	O
Not a thing do I mind after that	Z
'Fore I came round all right at the whim	R
Spread out on the bunk of Big Mat	Z
With a doc on the job from The Flat	Z
An' my leg fairly timbered and trim	R
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'Yes I've heard all the mag of the men	V
That he wanted to roll or to die	A2
An' it's true that he's kicked me since then	V
An' he's likewise uncommonly sly	A2
But I'm here If they talk fer a week	C
That one fact isn't goin' to change	B2
An' I owe it this day to The Freak	C
That a crow isn't clippin' his beak	C
On my rib bones out back by the range '	-

Edward Dyson

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