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It was the middle of the drought the ground was hot and bare	A
You might search for grass with a microscope but nary grass was there	A
The hay was done the cornstalks gone the trees were dying fast	B
The sun o'erhead was a curse in read and the wind was a furnace blast	B
The waterholes were sun baked mud the drays stood thick as bees	C
Around the well a mile away amid the ringbarked trees	C
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McGinty left his pumpkin pie and gazed upon the scene	D
His cows stood propped 'gainst tree and fence wherever they could lean	D
The horse he'd fixed with sapling forks had fallen down once more	E
The fleas were hopping joyfully on stockyard path and floor	E
The flies in thousands buzzed about before his waving hand	F
The hungry pigs squealed as he said 'Me own me native land '	-
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'Queensland me Mother Ain't yer well ' he asked 'Come tell me how's '	-
'Dry up Dry up ' yelled Mrs Mac 'Go out and feed the cows '	-
'But where's the feed ' McGinty cried 'The sugarcane's all done	G
It wasn't worth the bally freight we paid for it per ton	G
I'll get me little axe and go with Possum and the mare	A
For 'arf a ton of apple tree or a load of prickly pear '	-
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'The prickly pear'll kill the cows unless yer bile it right '	-
Cried Mrs Mac 'and I don't mean to bile it all the night	H
They tell me fer a bob a bag the brewery will sell	I
Their refuse stuff like Simpson 'ad his cows is doin' well	I
Yer get the loan of Bampston's dray and borrer Freeny's nags	J
And fetch along a decent load McGinty thirty bags	J
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McGinty borrowed Bampston's dray and hitched up Freeney's nags	J
And drove like blazes into town and fetched back thirty bags	J
The stuff was mellow soft and brown and if you came too near	K
It shed around a lovely scent till the air seemed full of beer	K
McGinty fetched each feedbox out and filled it to the brim	L
Then lit his pipe and fell asleep That was the style of him	L
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The cows they lurched off fence and tree and staggered in to feed	M
The horses tottered after them old feeble and knock kneed	M
But when they smelt that sacred stuff in boxes on the ground	N
They smiled and neighed and lowed and twirled their hungry tails around	N
You would have walked a hundred miles or more to see and hear	O
They way McGinty's stock attacked that stuff that smelt like beer	K
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'Wake up Wake up McGinty man Wake up ' yelled Mrs Mac	P
She held a broom and every word was followed by a whack	P
McGinty had been dreaming hard that it was Judgement Day	Q
And he was drafted with the goats and being driven away	Q
The Devil with a toasting fork was jabbing at his jaw	R
He rose and yelled and fled outside and this is what he saw	R
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The brindle cow with spotted tail was trying to climb a tree	S
The spotted cow with brindled tail to imitate a flea	S
Old Bally who had lost one horn engaged in combat stout	T
With the Lincoln ram whose only eye McGinty had knocked out	T
With tails entwined among the trees went Bessie and Basilk	P
Singing 'Goodbye McGinty we will come back with the milk '	-
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McGinty trembling viewed the scene in wonderment and funk	P
Then lifted up his voice and roared 'Mother the cows is drunk	P
Look at that bloomin' heifer with 'er 'ead 'ung down the sty	U
Telling the sow she loves 'er but she some'ow can't tell why	U
Three of 'em snoring on their backs the rest all on the loose	V
Ain't there no police in these parts when cows gets on the boose '	-
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McGinty viewed the orgy with a jealousy profound	N
Cows in various states of drunk were scattered all around	N
But most his rage was heightened by the conduct of the horse	W
That stood and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed without remorse	W
That horse so oft he'd lifted up and propped with logs and boughs	X
Now leant against a tree and mocked McGinty and his cows	X
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'Bring soda water Mother ' cried McGinty 'Bring a tub'	Y
Forgetting that he lived about a league from any pu	Z
'I swear by soda water when the drink illumes my brow	A2
And if it fixes up a man it ought to fix a cow '	-
But as he spoke a boozy steer approached with speed intense	B2
And helped McGinty over to the safe side of the fence	B2
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Regret and hate and envy held McGinty where he sat	C2
'To think ' he said 'these purple cows should have a time like that	C2
For months I couldn't raise a drink it wasn't up to me	S
Yet every bally head of stock I've got is on the spree	S
This comes when you forget to keep a bottle on the shelf '	-
Inspired he rose and smote his brow and fetched a spoon and delf	D2
'My word ' he said 'It's up to me to feed on this meself '	-

George Essex Evans

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