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He was working on a station in the Western when I knew him	A
And he came from Conongamo up the old surveyors' track	B
And the fellows all admitted that no man in Vic could 'do him '	C
Since he'd smothered Stonewall Menzie also Anderson the black	B
Bob was modelled for a fighter but he'd run to beef a trifle	D
For his science every rouseabout was satisfied to vouch	E
And Red Fogarty advised us he delivered like a rifle	D
And his stopping well beside him Harry Sallars was a slouch	E
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Not a man of us had met him till he settled on the station	F
This was early in the Sixties what we call the good old days	G
And it's cheerfully admitted Robert owed his reputation	F
To a crippled jaw a broken nose and eyes that looked both ways	G
We were certain on the face of it our guess was not an error	H
Every feature of his phiz was marked his chin was pulled askew	I
And The Critic passed the office 'Bet your buttons he's a terror	H
That's the man who hammered Kelly on The Creek in Fifty two '	-
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Bob was not a shrinking blossom and he held the first impressions	J
By his subsequent admissions to the ringers and the mugs	K
And he let himself be tickled into casual confessions	J
Of his battles with the bruisers and the scientific pugs	J
How he'd mangled Matty Hardy was his earliest narration	F
He'd completely flummoxed Kitchen and had made the climate hot	L
For Maloney Fee and Curran It was quite a consolation	F
When he graciously informed us that he hadn't licked the lot	L
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The arrival of the Wonder gave a spurt to local science	J
And we had an exhibition every evening in the week	M
For the lightest joke was answered in the lingo of defiance	J
And our blood was cast like water on the grasses by the creek	M
Every fellow but the stranger had his scrap or rough and tumble	D
No one thought of looking ugly at the slugger Battered Bob	N
And whene'er the boys addressed him 'twas in language choice and humble	D
Though they ached to see him beaten none was anxious for the job	N
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How we honoured Bob and yielded to his later information	F
Let him lead in all the arguments and gently run the ranche	E
And a very small potato was the owner of the station	F
By the man who slaughtered Melody and fought a draw with Blanche	E
Battered Bob became our champion our boss and by degrees he	O
Sent his fame down to the Wannon and right up to Spooner's Gap	P
And he scooped the honours smiling and he held them just as easy	O
For we'd never seen him shape yet and he hadn't fought a tap	P
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We'd a cook whose name was Han Cat he was short and fat and yellow	Q
Just a common ugly Chinky with a never ending smile	R
Bob was careful to avoid the corns of any other fellow	Q
But he filled Han Cat with sorrow and he whaled him all the while	R
Han Cat groaned and bore it meekly and we didn't care to figure	H
In the antics of the Champion or his little private rows	J
Robert said 'I like a native and I'll liquor with a nigger	H
But I hate the skin and colour of these sanguinary Chows '	-
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On a certain Sunday morning Robert slyly cut a section	F
Off the pig tail of the pagan 'twas Han's glory and his pride	S
But the trouble that came after is his saddest recollection	F
And the boys were so disgusted that they very nearly died	S
Han Cat wept a while and then he turned and scowled as black as thunder	H
And he cursed the grinning spoiler till he had to stop for breath	T
When he shaped up like a Christian and he waltzed into the Wonder	H
We arranged a ring and waited for the heathen's sudden death	T
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Oh the sorrow of that Sunday Oh the shame and degradation	F
The chaps were simply paralyzed and everyone was dumb	U
For the heathen pushed the battle in the fashion of our nation	F
And he countered in a way that made the Wonder fairly hum	U
'Bob is fooling Han ' we murmured 'he'll surprise him in a minute	V
Soon he'll rise to this occasion and display his proper form '	-
But alas we'd nursed a viper for our pug was never in it	W
And he couldn't battle well enough to keep the Pagan warm	X
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Han Cat beat our battered champion beat the conqueror of Menzie	O
And he towed him round the paddock like a dummy stuffed with hair	Y
And we never stirred to interfere and stop the Chinky's frenzy	O
When he jumped upon the Wonder in a manner most unfair	Y
You must fancy all our sorrow and our shame and indignation	F
For pen can never never tell how horrified we felt	Z
In the morning Little Finney for the credit of the station	F
Hammered Han in stylish fashion with one fist tucked in his belt	Z
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As for Robert we discussed him in a serious convention	F
And resolved that we were victims of a duffer's awful skite	Z
And we put it up to tar him but he dropped to our intention	F
And he skipped without a character for Hamilton that night	Z
There's a moral boys Don't think a mangled boko is a token	F
That a fellow is a fighter as a simple thing of course	J
Like Battered Bob he may have had his features bent and broken	F
Through his carelessness when drunk in being walked on by a horse	J

Edward Dyson

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