Three droving men, some three weeks sync,
Sat drinking the Queensland rum;
‘Twas four a.m. when twa o’ them
Saw jock M’Phee succumb.
Hech! they were giddy songs he’d sung,
And the yarns which he’d spun were “free”! –
For the liquor that nicht had loosed the tongue
O’ gudeman Jock M’Phee.
They taul,t the meenister what befell,
So he tuk braw Jock to task:-
“Jock, gie me noo an answer true
To one question I wull ask.
“An’ it happened the Laird had stricken ye,
A reprobate, graceless mon,
Whan ye war a bletherin’ yestere’en –
D’ye ken whare ye wad hae gone?”
“Whare wad I hae gone?” – and Jockie wunk –
“Dinna ye fash yersel’ mair –
For I wad ha’ bin too terrible drunk
To ha’ gone anywhere.”
(Harry Breaker Morant)
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Based on Topics: Man PoemsBased on Keywords: wull, tuk, reprobate, gudeman, hech, yersel, wunk, yestere, meenister, jockie, sync