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“No time got to tarry,”
Said Podgee on tramp.
“Great message me carry
To far-away camp.
“You gib it tobacca,
An’ little bit tea’
For plenty me yacca,
An’ tired feller me.
“With funeral gabber,
By river an’ creek.
Me travel an’ yabber
For whole plurry week.
For king he get sick an’
Too bad longa head;
Close up ‘undred, that chicken—
Him tumble down dead!
“Now up an’ down towri,
An’ long billabong,
From Gooby to Gowrie
Me jog-trot along.
“No time to catch ‘possum,
Or stop longa shed,
When storm winds been toss ‘um
Wet boughs overhead.
“This message-stick yabber
Corrob’ree we sing,
An’ all about jabber
We make it new king.
“T’ all gunyahs of Murri,
Far scattered an’ sad,
Me make it big hurry,
For king he go bad.
“You gib it some tuckout
An’ little bit tea,
For long time my luck out
An’ tired feller me.”
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