Aubrey Mcgovern
Aubrey McGovern was never too fat or so thin
He worked very hard, but he had time to grin
His T model ford was a nasty mean creature
Jump into gear and could be coming to meet ya
He used to chain her up before he wound the crank handle
It came surging and rearing and revving to amble
Aub delivered the mail to the stations out west…(Aussie Ranches)
A few loaves of bread , potato’s and the rest
The car would attack him when he opened a gate
And canter on through early or late….
The old sulky horse in the past had been good
Old horse he would wait till Aub said he could
A bit hard to catch was old Wrinklie hide
Aub said “tin of camp pie the horse was inside”(couldn’t get it out of tin blamed Wrinkle)
On the grog old Aub once saw the devil
His pitchfork was raised at Aubrey the rebel
Aubrey replied with the boiling spuds pot
Old Nick rushed away just shrieking a lot…..Don Johnson
Aubrey Gordon Joseph McGovern was my story telling friend when I was little. He had
trouble with his T model Ford jumping into gear and taking off on its own little trips
circling to return and knock down the fence etc. He was born on Brenda station around
1900 near Hebel town. There were 3 boys but none married so no descendants survive.
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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