10 Best Famous Carting Poems

Morgans Dog

 Morgan the drover explained, 
As he drank from his battered quart-pot, 
Many a **** I have trained; 
This is the best of the lot. 
Crossing these stringybark hills, 
Hungry and rocky and steep 
This is the country that kills 
Weakly and sore-footed sheep. 

Those that are healthy and strong 
Battle away in the lead, 
Carting the others along, 
Eating the whole of the feed. 

That's where this little red **** 
Shows you what's bred in the bone; 
Works it all out in her nut, 
Handles it all on her own. 

Backwards and forwards she'll track, 
Gauging the line at a glance, 
Keeping the stronger ones back, 
Giving the tailers a chance. 

Weary and hungry and lame, 
Sticking all day to her job, 
Thin as a rabbit, but game, 
Working in front of the mob. 

Tradesmen, I call 'em, the dogs, 
Those that'll work in a yard; 
Bark till they're hoarser than frogs, 
Makin' 'em savage and hard. 

Others will soldier and shirk 
While there's a rabbit to hunt: 
This is an artist at work; 
Watch her -- out there -- in the front.