Drongo Leery
Drongo Leery
Riding on old drongo Leery,
poor old bugger, ticks n lice,
Dodging Traps, Police n Troopers,
Catch a racehorse would be nice.
Robbed a fellow down the river ,
Had no money, he was nice,
Didn’t have no dung on liver,
Gave him a quid,
he thanked me twice.
Country full of Pommy, ex convicts,
Ticket of leave men, yes too right,
Keep yer mouth shut, is their motto,
Seeing nothing, their delight.
“Don’t give your guts, “ is what they’re saying,
Don’t tell the Traps, which way I went,
Buy all the beer at the pub, I’m staying,
Black tracker on me trail is sent.
Ride in front of a bullock team,
Eradicate my tracks, just a bit,
Leave the track on rocky ground,
Leave no tracks, you dumb tom tit. (finch)
Got meself a squatter’s, blood horse,
Saddled and she rooted twice, (bucked a bit)
Need some more tomato sauce,
On me lamb chops very nice.
Cantered up to the mail coach,
Cobb n Co, 6 horses pulling here,
Held em up with old forty four,
Gave jewelry back, to some old dear.
Punch in chest, from shot of rifle,
Down I fall, the pain intense,
Drongo so close, is sniffing, idle,
Death is coming, caring less.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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