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3 holes Hut on Cubbie Yep me an Sow the wild pig were, Under the low set hut, yessir, I was 12 months old, I be, Nappies were short, so I had none see, The piglet kept me clean, Did he… The old hut is now a fallen down, Where piggy an I would wriggle around, I only came out, when she needed to see, When mama fed the fat piggie, Then I’d crawl and bound, 1946 I say it was, under the one room hut of cos, we had no lectricity, and cooked outside under a tree, brown boredrain fed the pig an me, till civilized I got because, I needed to be, Tommy Hook he came to me, A lousy Jack, one legged he, Noisy family bird was, see, Great chatterer, quite featherly, A talker of the bush, We came there by sulky, with an unbroken horse, it had the blinkin blnkers, to maybe force, it not be frightened see, by the sight of a close sulky, across the watercourse, so harnessed up and circling free, at the canter it, came round for me, when mum threw me up by force, an poppa caught me in the sulky, one hand was free, I got caught, she sprung aboard next circle brought, and off sailed the family, to old Cubbie, yet of course, to the stink of wet Gidgee, after rain, the smell so coarse… Don Johnson Yes Joe...8 Yes at a year old i needed a friend, so a wild piglet came and then, was a pet of the family, brought by my pig chasing dad for me, from a brood that an old Sow had when, he found em in the thin Lygnum bush old friend, in the shade of a Gidgee tree...

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3 Holes Hut On Cubbie

3 holes Hut on Cubbie Yep me an Sow the wild pig were, Under the low set hut, yessir, I was 12 months old, I be, Nappies were short, so I had none see, The piglet kept me clean, Did he… The old hut is now a fallen down, Where piggy an I would wriggle around, I only came out, when she needed to see, When mama fed the fat piggie, Then I’d crawl and bound, 1946 I say it was, under the one room hut of cos, we had no lectricity, and cooked outside under a tree, brown boredrain fed the pig an me, till civilized I got because, I needed to be, Tommy Hook he came to me, A lousy Jack, one legged he, Noisy family bird was, see, Great chatterer, quite featherly, A talker of the bush, We came there by sulky, with an unbroken horse, it had the blinkin blnkers, to maybe force, it not be frightened see, by the sight of a close sulky, across the watercourse, so harnessed up and circling free, at the canter it, came round for me, when mum threw me up by force, an poppa caught me in the sulky, one hand was free, I got caught, she sprung aboard next circle brought, and off sailed the family, to old Cubbie, yet of course, to the stink of wet Gidgee, after rain, the smell so coarse… Don Johnson Yes Joe...8 Yes at a year old i needed a friend, so a wild piglet came and then, was a pet of the family, brought by my pig chasing dad for me, from a brood that an old Sow had when, he found em in the thin Lygnum bush old friend, in the shade of a Gidgee tree...