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Daley's Dorg Wattle

"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,
And 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 that insect in the bottle."

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  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    May 11, 2003
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    So typical of an Australian yarn - loved it.
    This is the type of tall story laughed at in the bars around Australia.
    Great stuff Mr Goodge!