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He came from tumbled country past the	A
humps of Buffalo	B
Where the snow sits on the mountain 'n' the	A
Summer aches below	B
He'd a silly name like Archie Squattin'	C
sullen on the ship	D
He knew nex' to holy nothin' through the gor	E
forsaken trip	D
	-
No thoughts he had of women no refreshin'	C
talk of beer	E
If he'd battled loved or suffered vital facts	F
did not appear	E
But the parsons and the poets couldn't teach	G
him to discourse	H
When it come to pokin' guyver at a pore	E
deluded horse	H
	-
If nags got sour 'n' kicked agin the rules of	I
things at sea	J
Artie argued matters with 'em 'n' he'd kid	K
'em up a tree	J
Here's a pony got hystericks Pipe the word	L
for Privit Rowe	B
The Sargint yapped 'n' all the ship came	M
cluckin' to the show	B
	-
He'd chat him confidential 'n' he'd pet 'n'	C
paw the moke	N
He'd tickle him 'n' flatter him 'n' try him	O
with a joke	N
'N' presently that neddy sobers up 'n' sez	J
Ive course	J
Since you puts it that way cobber I will be	J
a better horse	J
	-
There was one pertickler whaler known	C
aboard ez Marshal Neigh	I
Whose monkey tricks with Privit Rowe was	J
better than a play	P
He'd done stunts in someone's circus 'n' he	J
loved a merry bout	Q
Whirlin' in to bust his boiler or to kick	R
the bottom out	Q
	-
Rowe he sez Well there's an idjit Oh	B
yes let her whiz you beauty	J
Where's yer 'orse sense little feller Where's	J
yer bloomin' sense iv duty	J
Well you orter serve yer country Then	C
there'd come a painful hush	S
'N' that nag would drop his head piece 'n' so	B
'elp me cat he'd blush	S
	-
We was heaped ashore be Suez rifle horse	J
'n' man 'n' tent	T
Where the land is sand the water 'n' the	A
gory firmament	T
We had intervals iv longin' we had sweaty	T
spells of work	U
In the ash pit iv Gehenner dumbly waitin'	C
fer the Turk	U
	-
We goes driftin' on the desert nothin' doin'	C
nothin' said	T
Till we get to think we're nowhere 'n' arf	I
fancy we are dead	T
'N' the only 'uman interest on the red hori	T
zon's brim	O
Is Marshal Neigh's queer faney fer the lad	T
that straddles him	O
	-
Plain livin's nearly bored us stiff The Major	E
calls on Rowe	B
To devise an entertainment What his	J
charger doesn't know	B
Isn't in the regulations Him 'n' Rowe is	J
brothers met	T
'N' that horse's sense iv humor is the oddest	T
fancy yet	T
	-
But the Turk arrives one mornin' on the outer	E
edge iv space	J
From back iv things his guns is floppin' kegs	J
about the place	J
'N' Privit Artie Rowe along with others iv	I
the force	J
Goes pig rootin' inter battle holdin' converse	J
with his horse	J
	-
Little Abdul's quite a fighter 'n' he mixes it	T
with skill	V
But the Anzacs have him snouted 'n' oh	B
ma he's feelin' ill	V
They wake the all fired desert 'n' the land for	E
ever dead	T
Is alive 'n' fairly creepin' and the skies are	E
droppin' lead	T
	-
When they've got the Ot'man goin' little	W
gaudy hunts begin	C
It fer us to chiv His Trousers 'n' to round	T
the stragglers in	C
Cuttin' closest to the raw 'n' swearin' lovin'	C
all the way	P
Is Artie from Molinga on his neddy Marshal	W
Neigh	I
	-
We're pursuin' sundry camels turkey trottin'	C
anyhow	X
With the carriage iv an emu 'n' the action iv	I
a cow	X
When a sand dune busts 'n' belches arf a	A
million iv the foe	I
They uncork a blanky batt'ry 'n' it's Allah	A
let her go	I
	-
We're not stayin' dinner thank you Lie	Y
along yer horse 'n' yell	Z
While the bullets pip yer britches 'n' you	A2
sniff the flue of Hell	Z
Here it is that Artie takes it good 'n' solid in	C
the crust	T
He dives from out the saddle 'n' is swallered	T
in the dust	T
	-
I got through 'n' saw them pointin' where the	A
Marshal faced the band	T
He was goin' where we came from sniffin'	C
bodies in the sand	T
Till he found Rowe snugglin' under took him	O
where his pants was slack	B2
'N' be all the Asiatic gods he brought his	J
soldier back	B2
	-
With a bullet in his buttock 'n' a drill hole	C2
in his ear	E
He dumped Artie down among us Square	E
'n' all how did we cheer	E
There's no medals struck fer neddies but we	T
rule there orter be	T
'N' the pride iv all the Light Horse is old	T
Marshal Neigh V C	T

Edward George Dyson

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