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Mulga Snakeyes

Yes we went a Droving on the job 
As we rode around the mob 
With the cattle, 
just to earn our bit of pay
with Uncle Charlie, to earn a bob
a watching watching of 
watching for the cow that often strays 


I was 13 down near Hebel 
on the border came the evil
When the Mulga snake came a charging 
at me n Burkie hey   (Jonny Burke of Dirranbandi) a man of  15 

Maybe 10 foot long or longer 
old brownie seemed the stronger
unsuitable for townies
and deadly in his way
And he panted and he frothed 
as he lurched and lunged our way

Just now me little brain did rattle
 and the verse went round n round 
And I couldn’t sleep no more at 1am 
I can see him in the darkness vivid bloody starkness
So I’m sitting at the puter, 
 saw this brute one sunny day
Very blackly brown a coming coming
 as we rode to get away

We cantered quick through Mulga sticks   (tree 13% protein in leaves for stock)
 and the snake was catching up 
So we spurred into a gallop this I say,
He was still a coming coming, 
head up running running
still coming only half a mile away 

we could see his head up a looking 
our death he was a cooking
Still casting fear 
to make us run away

If I had been there on foot 
As Burkie said old chook
He’d have killed us both 
No problem anyway!

Don Johnson

14-may-11

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