“ORIGINAL POEM”

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