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Do I know Polly Brown Do I know her Why damme	A
You might as well ask if I know my own name	B
It's a wonder you never heard tell of old Sammy	C
Her father my mate in the Crackenback claim	B
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He asks if I know little Poll Why I nursed her	D
As often I reckon as old Mother Brown	E
When they lived at the Flats and old Sam went a burster	D
In Chinaman's Gully and dropped every crown	E
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My golden haired mate ever brimful of folly	C
And childish conceit and yet ready to rest	F
Contented beside me 'Twas I who taught Polly	C
To handle four horses along with the best	F
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'Twas funny to hear the small fairy discoursing	G
Of horses and drivers I'll swear that she knew	H
Every one of the nags that I drove to the Crossing	G
Their vices and paces and pedigrees too	H
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She got a strange whim in her golden haired noodle	I
That a driver's high seat was a kind of a throne	J
I've taken her up there before she could toddle	I
And she'd talk to the nags in a tongue of her own	J
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Then old Mother Brown got the horrors around her	D
I think it was pineapple rum drove her daft	K
She cleared out one night and the next morning they found her	D
A mummified mass in a forty foot shaft	K
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And Sammy Well Sammy was wailing and weeping	G
And raving and raising the devil's own row	D
He was only too glad to give into our keeping	G
His motherless babe we'd have kept her till now	L
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But Jimmy Maloney thought proper to court her	D
Among all the lasses he loved but this one	M
She's no longer Polly our golden haired daughter	D
She's Mrs Maloney of Paddlesack Run	M
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Our little girl Polly's no end of a swell you	H
Must know Jimmy shears fifty thousand odd sheep	N
But I'm clean off the track I was going to tell you	H
The way in which Polly paid us for her keep	N
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It was this way My wife's living in Tumbarumba	B
And I'm down at Germanton yards for a sale	O
Inspecting coach horses I wanted a number	D
When they flashed down a message that made me turn pale	O
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'Twas from Polly to say the old wife had fallen	M
Down stairs and in falling had fractured a bone	J
There was no doctor nearer than Tumut to call on	P
So she and the blacksmith had set it alone	J
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They'd have to come down by the coach in the morning	G
As one of the two buggy ponies was lame	B
Would I see the old doctor and give him fair warning	G
To keep himself decently straight till they came	B
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I was making good money those times and a fiver	D
Per week was the wages my deputy got	Q
A good honest worker and out and out driver	D
But like all the rest a most terrible sot	R
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So just on this morning which made it more sinful	I
With my women on board the unprincipled skunk	G
Hung round all the bars till he loaded a skinful	I
Of grog and then started his journey dead drunk	G
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Drunk with my loved ones on board drunk as Chloe	I
He might have got right by the end of the trip	S
Had he rested contented and quiet but no he	I
Must pull up at Rosewood for one other nip	S
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That finished him off quick and there he sat dozing	G
Like an owl on his perch half awake half asleep	N
Till a lurch of the coach came when suddenly losing	G
His balance he fell to the earth all of a heap	N
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While the coach with its four frightened horses went sailing	G
Downhill to perdition and Carabost break	G
Four galloping devils with reins loosely trailing	G
And passengers falling all roads in their wake	G
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Two bagmen who sat on the box jumped together	D
And found a soft bed in the mud of the drain	T
The barmaid from Murphy's fell light as a feather	D
I think she got off with a bit of a sprain	T
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While the jock with his nerves most decidedly shaken	M
Made straight for the door never wasting his breath	U
In farewell apologies basely forsaken	M
My wife and Poll Brown sat alone with grim Death	U
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While the coach thundered downward my wife fell a praying	G
But Poll in a fix now is dashed hard to beat	V
She picked up her skirts scrambled over the swaying	G
High roof of the coach till she lit on the seat	V
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And there looked around In her hand was a pretty	I
Frail thing made of laces with which a girl strives	W
To save her complexion when down in the city	I
A lace parasol yet it saved both their lives	X
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Oh Polly was game you may bet your last dollar	D
She leans on the splashboard and stretches and strains	Y
With her parasol down by the off sider's collar	D
Until she contrives to catch hold of the reins	Y
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They lay quite secure in the crook of the handle	I
She clutched them the parasol fell underneath	Z
I tell you no girl ever could hold a candle	I
To Poll as she hung back and clenched her white teeth	Z
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The bolters sped downward with nostrils distended	A2
She must get a pull on them ere they should reach	B2
The fence on the hill where the road had been mended	A2
The blocks bit the wheels with a sroope and a screech	B2
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The little blue veins in her arms swelled and blackened	C2
The reins were like fiddle strings stretched in her grip	S
When the break hove in sight the mad gallop had slackened	C2
She had done it my word they were under the whip	S
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They still had the pace on but Polly was able	I
To steer 'twixt the fences with never a graze	D2
They flashed past the Change where the groom at the stable	I
Just stood with his mouth open dumb with amaze	D2
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On the level she turned them the best bit of driving	G
That was ever done on this side of the range	E2
And trotted them back up the hill side arriving	G
With not a strap broken in front of the Change	E2
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And the wife well she prayed to the Lord till she fainted	A2
I reckon He answered her prayers all the same	B
He must have helped Polly it's curious now ain't it	F2
To see a thin slip of a girl be so game	B
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Did I summons the driver I had no occasion	M
The coroner came with his jury instead	G2
Who found that he died from a serious abrasion	M
Both wheels of the coach had gone over his head	G2

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