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Just beyond All Alone, going back, / Is the humpy of Hatter Magee. / We had travelled all day on the track, / And he offered us mutton and tea. / Mack is rather reserved, but will speak / On one theme, and with eloquence too -- / That's his angular chestnut, The Freak. / Here's a tale that he told through the week, / And I try to believe it is true:
'True, he ain't no account ez a nag, / An' I'm not goin' to boast of his blood; / If I liked I could pitch you a mag / 'Bout his sire, once a prince of the stud; / Give performances coloured and plain, / An' a pedigree long ez my arm -- / Which is style, but I'm straight in the main, / So he ain't of the Wangdoodle strain, / Nor his dam wasn't Kate nor The Charm.