Well I'm down among the stubble
an' havin' bloody trouble
'coz these cattle from the scrub'll
take some catchin'. First they double
back around across the clover,
an' they nilly run me over.
It's enough to give a cove a
bloody headache - yes by jove!! A -
nother look they're through the river
an' I yell out: Well, I nivva!!
Bloody cattle!! They don't give a
stuff!! So flamin' bloody clivva!!
So I calls out to me kelpie:
“C'mon!! Gi' down here an' help me
or I'll tan yer bloody scalp!” He
runs on down an' gives a yelp. He
brings on back those bloody trouble
makin' cattle through the rubble
at the river on the double
(past me standin' in the stubble)
an' he wheels them bloody fizzers
like nobody's bloody business,
He's a good dog! Yes, b' Jissus!!
Cross the clover patch they whizz as
he has won that bloody battle
with those mongrel bloody cattle,
an' he turns 'em on the flat till
they're all buggered. I yells: “That'll
do, ya silly bloody ninny!!
We don't wanna run 'em skinny!”
So he slowly brings 'em in. He
yards 'em up. I has a tinny
as I sits down to recuper...ate
...says: “Don't fergit the bloody...gate!Good dog.”
Graham Fredriksen