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The bard who is singing of Wollombi Jim	A
Is hardly just now in the requisite trim	A
To sit on his Pegasus fairly	B
Besides he is bluntly informed by the Muse	C
That Jim is a subject no singer should choose	C
For Jim is poetical rarely	B
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But being full up of the myths that are Greek	D
Of the classic and noble and nude and antique	D
Which means not a rag but the pelt on	E
This poet intends to give Daphne the slip	F
For the sake of a hero in moleskin and kip	F
With a jumper and snake buckle belt on	E
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No party is Jim of the Pericles type	G
He is modern right up from the toe to the pipe	G
And being no reader or roamer	H
He hasn't Euripides much in the head	I
And let it be carefully tenderly said	I
He never has analysed Homer	H
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He can roar out a song of the twopenny kind	J
But knowing the beggar so well I'm inclined	J
To believe that a 'par' about Kelly	B
The rascal who skulked under shadow of curse	K
Is more in his line than the happiest verse	K
On the glittering pages of Shelley	B
	-
You mustn't however adjudge him in haste	L
Because a red robber is more to his taste	L
Than Ruskin Rossetti or Dante	M
You see he was bred in a bangalow wood	N
And bangalow pith was the principal food	O
His mother served out in her shanty	B
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His knowledge is this he can tell in the dark	P
What timber will split by the feel of the bark	P
And rough as his manner of speech is	Q
His wits to the fore he can readily bring	R
In passing off ash as the genuine thing	R
When scarce in the forest the beech is	Q
	-
In 'girthing' a tree that he sells 'in the round'	B
He assumes as a rule that the body is sound	B
And measures forgetting to bark it	B
He may be a ninny but still the old dog	S
Can plug to perfection the pipe of a log	S
And 'palm it' away on the market	B
	-
He splits a fair shingle but holds to the rule	T
Of his father's and haply his grandfather's school	T
Which means that he never has blundered	B
When tying his shingles by slinging in more	H
Than the recognized number of ninety and four	H
To the bundle he sells for a hundred	B
	-
When asked by the market for ironbark red	B
It always occurs to the Wollombi head	B
To do a 'mahogany' swindle	U
In forests where never the ironbark grew	H
When Jim is at work it would flabbergast you	H
To see how the 'ironbarks' dwindle	U
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He can stick to the saddle can Wollombi Jim	A
And when a buckjumper dispenses with him	A
The leather goes off with the rider	H
And as to a team over gully and hill	V
He can travel with twelve on the breadth of a quill	V
And boss the unlucky 'offsider'	H
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He shines at his best at the tiller of saw	W
On the top of the pit where his whisper is law	W
To the gentleman working below him	A
When the pair of them pause in a circle of dust	B
Like a monarch he poses exalted august	B
There's nothing this planet can show him	A
	-
For a man is a man who can 'sharpen' and 'set'	B
And he is the only thing masculine yet	B
According to sawyer and splitter	H
Or rather according to Wollombi Jim	A
And nothing will tempt me to differ from him	A
For Jim is a bit of a hitter	H
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But being full up we'll allow him to rip	F
Along with his lingo his saw and his whip	F
He isn't the classical 'notion'	E
And after a night in his 'humpy' you see	B
A person of orthodox habits would be	B
Refreshed by a dip in the ocean	E
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To tot him right up from the heel to the head	B
He isn't the Grecian of whom we have read	B
His face is a trifle too shady	B
The nymph in green valleys of Thessaly dim	A
Would never 'jack up' her old lover for him	A
For she has the tastes of a lady	B
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So much for our hero A statuesque foot	B
Would suffer by wearing that heavy nailed boot	B
Its owner is hardly Achilles	X
However he's happy He cuts a great 'fig'	S
In the land where a coat is no part of the 'rig'	S
In the country of damper and 'billies'	X

Henry Kendall

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