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I gave the 'orse 'is evenin' feed,

And bedded of 'im down,

And went to 'ear the sing-song

In the bar-room of the Crown,

And one young feller spoke a piece

As told a kind of tale,

About an Arab man wot 'ad

A certain 'orse for sale.

I 'ave no grudge against the man—

I never 'eard 'is name,

But if he was my closest pal

I'd say the very same,