Jackey Jackey gallops on a horse like a swallow
Where the carbines bark and the blackboys hollo.
When the traps give chase (may the devil take his power!)
He can ride ten mile in a quarter of an hour
Take horse and follow, and you'll hurt no feelings;
He can fly down waterfalls and jump through ceilings,
He can shoot off hats, for to have a bit of fun,
With a bulldog bigger than a buffalo-gun
Honeyed and profound in his conversation
When he bails up Mails on Long Tom Station,
In a flyaway coat with a black cravat,
A snow-white collar and a cabbage-tree hat.
Flowers in his button-hole and pearls in his pocket,
He comes like a ghost and he goes like a rocket
With a lightfoot heel on a blood-mare's flank
And a bagful of notes from the Joint Stock Bank
Many pretty ladies he could witch out of marriage,
Though he prig but a kiss in a bigwig's carriage;
For the cock of an eye or the lift of his reins,
They would run barefoot through Patrick's Plains.
Notes
William Westwood, the bushranger in the poem had a brief but eventful life.
He operated in and around the Berrima district of New South Wales, he escaped from cockatoo Island, led a prison riot on Norfolk Island, all this before he was hanged in 1846 at 25 years old.
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From guest Rhianna (contact)
hey this poem was really great and thanks because i needed this poem for an school assignment! -
the sleekness and adventurous spirit of the wild... in vivid words ... good flow of words and rhyme
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really depicts the lifestyle of Westwood. Enchants you into a world of excitement.
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This is a great poem, set at a fast pace to give it a more adventurous feel.
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