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Byron McGovern (true story 1900)

At Denowan near Goodooga,
lived Mc Govern so they say,
At a Church of England mission,
Aubrey lived there anyway,

now Byron McGovern got arrested,
Black Trackers they said sure,
in jail he was invested,
his tracks came to the door,

the murderer was cunning,
tiptoed to Byrons' camp,
pulled on Byrons' muddy boots,
 tiptoe running, in his dance,

Frog Morton he had no chance,
foul murder it was done,
axed to death, the Emus wept,
bad signatures on the cheque book, one,

Byron sidestepped the gallows,
no death for murder him,
the forgers face was sallow,
slip knot got tight and grim,
and the corpse did swing a swing,
and justice came ashore,
some stupid bloody ding a ling ,
got his karma bloody sure....
Don Johnson

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