Saltbush Bill, J. P. by A. B. (Andrew Barton) Paterson
page 47 of 111 (42%)
page 47 of 111 (42%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
He took up with runners -- a treacherous troop --
Who gave him away and he "fell in the soup". And so it turned out on a fine summer day, A bailiff turned up with a writ of "fi. fa."; He walked to the bar with a manner serene, "I levy," said he, "in the name of the Queen." Then Mulligan wanted, in spite of the law, To pay out the bailiff with "ONE on the jaw"; He drew out to hit him, but, ere you could wink, He changed his intentions and stood him a drink. A great consultation there straightway befel 'Twixt jockey-boy Neddy and Jerry the Swell, And the man with the head, who remarked "Why, you bet! Dog-bite-me!" said he, "but we'll diddle 'em yet. "We'll slip out the mare from her stall in a crack, And put in her place the old broken-down hack; The hack is so like her, I'm ready to swear The bailiff will think he has Mulligan's mare. "So out with the racer and in with the screw, We'll show him what Mulligan's talent can do; And if he gets nasty and dares to say much, I'll knock him as stiff as my grandmother's crutch." Then off to the town went the mare and the lad; The bailiff came out, never dreamt he was "had"; |
|