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JACK POBAR Holberton St Toowoomba Recorded May 1973
Nine Miles From GundagaiI'm used to punching bullock teams across the hills and plains,I've teamed outback these forty years in blazing droughts and rains; I've lived a heap of trouble down without a bloomin' lie, But 1 can't forget what happened to me nine miles from Gundagai. Twas getting dark, the team got bogged, the axle snapped in two, I lost my matches and my pipe - ah, what was I to do? The rain came on, twas bitter cold, and hungry too was I - And the dog sat in the tucker-box nine miles from Gundagai. Some blokes I know have stacks of luck no matter how they fall, But there was I, lor'luvva duck, no blessed luck at all; I couldn't make a pot of tea nor get my trousers dry, And the dog sat in the tucker-box nine miles from Gundagai. I can forgive the blinking team, 1 can forgive the rain, I can forgive the dark and cold and go through it again, I can forgive my rotten luck, but hang me till I die - I can't forgive that bloomin dog, nine miles from Gundagai! But all dead and past and gone, and I've sold the team for meat, And where I got the bullocks bogged, now there's an asphalt street. The dog, ah well, he took a bait, and reckoned that he'd die; So I buried him in the tucker-box, nine miles from Gundagai |
