Hector McLean.
Not Grandpa, nor Grandad or anything in between,
He was simply Uncle Hec to us, was dear old Hec Mclean.
The Western District, up Casterton way, from where he hailed,
And stories of his youth up there he happily, for all, regaled.
A thin and wiry frame he wore, a tough and wethered face,
Button shirt and pleat trousers...
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