Vonda Stanley's collection of early Australian bush poems

 

 

Nine Miles from Gundagai

Iíve done my share of shearing sheep,

Of droving and all that,

And bogged a bullock-team as well,

On a Murrumbidgee flat.

Iíve seen the bullock stretch and stain

And blink his bleary eye,

And the dog sat on the tucker box,

Nine miles from Gundagai.

 

Iíve been jilted, jarred, and crossed in love,

And sand-bagged in the dark,

Till if a mountain fell on me

Iíd treat it as a lark.

Itís when youíve had your bullocks bogged

Thatís the time you flog and cry,

And the dog sat on the tucker box,

Nine miles from Gundagai.

 

Weíve all got our little troubles,

In lifeís hard, thorny way.

Some strike them in a motor car

And others in a dray.

But when your dog and bullocks strike

It ainít no apple pie.

And the dog sat on the tucker box,

Nine miles from Gundagai.

 

But thats all past and dead and gone,

And Iíve sold the team for meat.

And perhaps some day where I was bogged,

Thereíll be an asphalt street.

The dog, ah! Well he got bait,

And thought heíd like to die,

So I buried him in the tucker box,

Nine miles from Gundagai.

 

Jack Moses 1860 Ė 1945

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