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No song is this of leaf and bird	A
And gracious waters flowing	B
I'm sick at heart for I have heard	A
Big Billy Vickers blowing	B
He'd never take a leading place	C
In chambers legislative	D
This booby with the vacant face	C
This hoddy doddy native	D
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Indeed I'm forced to say aside	E
To you O reader solely	F
He only wants the horns and hide	E
To be a bullock wholly	F
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But like all noodles he is vain	G
And when his tongue is wagging	B
I feel inclined to copy Cain	G
And drop him for his bragging	B
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He being Bush bred stands of course	H
Six feet his dirty socks in	I
His lingo is confined to horse	H
And plough and pig and oxen	J
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Two years ago he'd less to say	K
Within his little circuit	L
But now he has besides a dray	K
A team of twelve to work it	M
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No wonder is it that he feels	N
Inclined to clack and rattle	O
About his bullocks and his wheels	N
He owns a dozen cattle	O
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In short to be exact and blunt	P
In his own estimation	J
He's out and out the head and front	P
Top sawyer of creation	J
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For mark me he can sit a buck	Q
For hours and hours together	R
And never horse has had the luck	Q
To pitch him from the leather	R
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If ever he should have a spill	S
Upon the grass or gravel	O
Be sure of this the saddle will	S
With Billy Vickers travel	O
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At punching oxen you may guess	T
There's nothing out can camp him	U
He has in fact the slouch and dress	T
Which bullock driver stamp him	U
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I do not mean to give offence	T
But I have vainly striven	J
To ferret out the difference	T
'Twixt driver and the driven	J
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Of course the statements herein made	V
In every other stanza	T
Are Billy's own and I'm afraid	V
They're stark extravaganza	T
I feel constrained to treat as trash	W
His noisy fiddle faddle	O
About his doings with the lash	W
His feats upon the saddle	O
But grant he knows his way about	X
Or grant that he is silly	O
There cannot be the slightest doubt	X
Of Billy's faith in Billy	O
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Of all the doings of the day	K
His ignorance is utter	R
But he can quote the price of hay	K
The current rate of butter	R
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His notions of our leading men	Y
Are mixed and misty very	O
He knows a cochin china hen	Y
He never speaks of Berry	O
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As you'll assume he hasn't heard	A
Of Madame Patti's singing	B
But I will stake my solemn word	A
He knows what maize is bringing	B
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Surrounded by majestic peaks	T
By lordly mountain ranges	T
Where highest voice of thunder speaks	T
His aspect never changes	T
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The grand Pacific there beyond	Z
His dirty hut is glowing	B
He only sees a big salt pond	Z
O'er which his grain is going	B
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The sea that covers half the sphere	A2
With all its stately speeches	T
Is held by Bill to be a mere	A2
Broad highway for his peaches	T
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Through Nature's splendid temples he	O
Plods under mountains hoary	O
But he has not the eyes to see	O
Their grandeur and their glory	O
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A bullock in a biped's boot	B2
I iterate is Billy	O
He crushes with a careless foot	C2
The touching water lily	O
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I've said enough I'll let him go	D2
If he could read these verses	T
He'd pepper me for hours I know	D2
With his peculiar curses	T
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But this is sure he'll never change	E2
His manners loud and flashy	O
Nor learn with neatness to arrange	E2
His clothing cheap and trashy	O
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Like other louts he'll jog along	F2
And swig at shanty liquors	T
And chew and spit Here ends the song	F2
Of Mr Billy Vickers	T

Henry Kendall

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