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Nine Miles from Gundagai by Jack Moses

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I’ve done my share of shearing sheep,

Of droving and all that,

And bogged a bullock-team as well

On a Murrumbidgee flat.

I’ve seen the bullock stretch and strain

And blink his bleary eye,

And the dog sit on the tucker-box

Nine miles from Gundagai.

 

I’ve been jilted, jarred and crossed in love,

And sand-bagged in the dark,

Till, if a mountain fell on me,

I’d treat it as a lark.

It’s when you’ve got your bullocks bogged,

That’s the time you flog and cry,

And the dog sits on the tucker-box,

Nine miles from Gundagai.

 

We’ve all got our little troubles,

In life’s hard, thorny way.

Some strike them in a motor car

And others in a dray.

But when your dog and bullocks strike

It ain’t no apple pie,

And the dog sat on the tucker box

Nine miles from Gundagai.

 

But that’s all past and dead and gone,

And I’ve sold the team for meat,

And perhaps some day where I was bogged,

There’ll be an asphalt street.

The dog, ah! Well he got a bait,

And thought he’d like to die,

So I buried him in the tucker box,

Nine miles from Gundagai.