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Rh They went to scale and—cruel fate!— His jockey turned out under-weight.

Perhaps they'd tampered with the scale!
 * I cannot tell.I only know

It weighed him out all right.I fail
 * To paint that Sydney sportsman's woe.

He said the stewards were a crew Of low-lived thieves in Dandaloo.

He lifted up his voice, irate,
 * And swore till all the air was blue;

So then we rose to vindicate
 * The dignity of Dandaloo.

'Look here,' said we, you must not poke Such oaths at us poor country folk.'

We rode him softly on a rail,
 * We shied at him, in careless glee,

Some large tomatoes, rank and stale,
 * And eggs of great antiquity—

Their wild, unholy fragrance flew About the town of Dandaloo.