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Poll Results
| Option | Votes |
| Hagan, Fagan was students of psychology, | 1 |
| They all commited suicide | 1 |
| With a grip just like a Scotchman on a five pound note | 1 |
| The jockey who was riding, little John MacGee, | 0 |
| He came to assist them, but still it wouldn't budge | 0 |
| The crowd began to cheer it. Then Rafferty, the judge | 0 |
| The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race. | 0 |
| Helping the community | 0 |
| Stood there in unity, | 0 |
| They hurried to the place | 0 |
| Libr'rals and tories, | 0 |
| Radical superlatives | 0 |
| The whigs, the conservatives, | 0 |
| It kicked her in the bustle and it laughed "Hee Haw!" | 0 |
| Was so thoroughly disgusted that he went to have his tea | 0 |
| Well, the day Delaney's donkey won the halfmile race. | 0 |
| Then the Bookies drew aside, | 0 |
| Cheered it, steered it to the winning place | 0 |
| They picked it up and carried it | 0 |
| They seized it and harried it, | 0 |
| The Second Enniskillen's and the Life Guards too | 0 |
| The Garrison Artillery | 0 |
| P'lice, and auxil'ary, | 0 |
| Hogan, Logan and all the bally crew, | 0 |
| There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it | 0 |
| The donkey gave a sneeze and blew the darn stuff out of sight | 0 |
| They bought it, brought it, then without apology | 0 |
| Swore they'd shift it with some dynamite | 0 |
| She started poking it, grabbing it and choking it | 0 |
| Hogan, Logan and Mary Ann Macgraw, | 0 |
| There was Riley pushing it, shoving it and shushing it | 0 |
| Attacking it and shoving it and smacking it | 0 |
| Hogan, Logan and ev'ryone in town lined up | 0 |
| There was Riley pushing it, shoving it, shushing it | 0 |
| And when the starter dropped his flag | 0 |
| Got it to the post | 0 |
| They oiled and embrocated it, | 0 |
| They rubbed it, scrubbed it, | 0 |
| Then he took a rag | 0 |
| Riley slyly said "We've underrated it, why not train it?" | 0 |
| And a tail to let you know which end he wanted to be fed | 0 |
| A leg at ev'ry corner balancing his head, | 0 |
| Tempo'rily lazy and permanently tired | 0 |
| They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down | 0 |
| The donkey was eyeing them, | 0 |
| They started off to cheer it but it changed its mind again | 0 |
| It raced up, braced up, ready for the best of 'em. | 0 |
| When it saw them, it was willing then | 0 |
| Starter, Carter, he lined up with the rest of 'em. | 0 |
| Delaney lay exhausted, hanging round its throat | 0 |
| They couldn't budge the donkey a quarter of an inch | 0 |
| The muscles of the mighty never known to flinch, | 0 |
| The day Delaney's donkey ran the halfmile race. | 0 |
| Ev'rybody cursing it | 0 |
| Riley reversing it, | 0 |
| Winking, blinking and twisting out of place | 0 |
| Openly defying them | 0 |
| Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired, | 0 |
― The stickman from the hilarious "xkcd" comics, Thursday, 10 July 2008 10:33 (seventeen years ago)
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