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|Edward Hornery (later known as Honnery), was a Hotel Proprietor and Race Horse Owner/Trainer in the Narrabri and Warialda Districts. His most famous Horse was called "Murlowan". It won many races including a Rockhampton Cup; an Armidale Cup and the first Inverell Cup.|
|"Murlowan" Poem and Photo|
|Now listen to my story and I think you all will own.
The best horse on the northern line was that chestnut horse Murlowan;
Whwn he won the Cup at Inverell with 9.9 on his back,
And casey in the saddle, he ran a record for the track;
The race was seven Furlongs, he ran 27 and a-half;
When the barrier rose he jumped out in front, and I heard Ted Honory laugh;
He said to Jimmy Lawler, he has not done his dash,
He'll hold this field as safe as a church, and sure to take out the cash.
He beat the guns in Queensland likewise in New South Wales;
He keeps long stall on Casey while he walks to the scales.
To give this horse's performances, I cannot tell you here;
But just look up the sporting guide, and you'll see Murlowan's career.
When they took him to Warialda the public gave a smile,
They said this is a jackey for Murlowan in this mile;
When he left the paddock the public gave a cheer,
But little did they think that race would end Murlowan's career.
Lexy--she jumped out in front--that's Callacher's little brown,
But when they turned their heads for home the poor old horse broke down;
Mat Ridley rode the winner, Sol Ridley Murlowan,
Sol say's to-day had the old horse stood he'd have won it on his own,
But now he's back in Narrabri, and treated like a toff,
He gets a bed and three meals a day although he's pensioned off;
His proud and lofty carriage will be missed on many a track,
He will never win another Cup with Casey on his back.
|The Poem below about Edward Honnery's horse Murlowan, was given to me by Edward's grandson, John Honnery, it is not known who it was written by. I have typed it below exactly as it was passed on to me, spelling and punctuation as is.|
|A CHAMPION OF THE NORTH|
|Photo of the Collarendabri Cup (Spelt as is on the Cup).
The Cup is currently in the possession of a Great Grandaughter of Edward.