Hi all, here we are at another Tuesday and here is the second last post about a dogie on a tucker box........
Here is the “original poem”.................
As I was coming down Conroy's Gap
I heard a maiden cry
There goes Bill the bullocky,
He's bound for Gundagai
A better poor old............
Never earnt an honest crust,
A better poor old............
Never drug a whip through dust.
His team got bogged at the Five Mile Creek,
Bill lashed and swore and cried.
If Nobby don't get me out of this,
I'll tattoo his.........hide.
But Nobby strained and broke the yoke,
And poked out the leader's eye,
Then the dog sat on the tucker box,
Five Miles from Gundagai
Always loved this poem since I was a child.
ReplyDeleteOne of our great poems that still lives on - thanks Jo-Anne.
ReplyDeleteNever heard this before. LOVE.
ReplyDeleteI like that! It all makes sense now...
ReplyDeleteIt you hadn't told me what this was all about, I wouldn't have had a clue.
ReplyDeleteDiane B............Nice to know
ReplyDeleteMargaret D........You're welcome
Juli........That's good
Chris......Does it
Karen........I get that