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'You can talk about yer sheep dorgs,' said the man from Allan's Creek, 'But I know a dorg that simply knocked 'em bandy!- Do whatever you would show him, and you'd hardly need to speak; Owned by Daley, drover cove in Jackandandy. 'We was talkin' in the parlour, me and Daley, quiet like, When a blow-fly starts a-buzzin' round the ceilin', Up gets Daley, and he says to me, "You wait a minute Mike, And I'll show you what a dorg he is at heelin'" 'And an empty pickle-bottle was a-standin' on the shelf, Daley takes it down and puts it on the table, Amd he bets me drinks that blinded dorg would do it by himself--- And I didn't think as how as he was able! 'Well, he shows the dorg the bottle, and he points up to the fly, And he shuts the door and says to him---"Now Wattle!" And in less than fifteen seconds, spare me days, it ain't a lie, That there dorg had got the inseck in the bottle.' W.T. Goodge |
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