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Vell Here I am no Matter how it suits	A
A keeping Company vith them dumb Brutes	A
Old Park vos no bad Judge confound his vig	B
Of vot vood break the Sperrit of a Prig	B
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The Like of Me to come to New Sow Wales	A
To go a tagging arter Vethers' Tails	A
And valk in Herbage as delights the Flock	C
But stinks of Sweet Herbs vorser nor the Dock	C
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To go to set this solitary Job	D
To Von whose Vork vos alvay in a Mob	D
It's out of all our Lines for sure I am	E
Jack Shepherd even never kep a Lamb	E
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I arn't ashamed to say I sit and veep	F
To think of Seven Year of keepin Sheep	F
The spooniest Beast in Nater all to Sticks	A
And not a Votch to take for all their Ticks	A
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If I'd fore seed how Transports vould turn out	G
To only Baa and Botanize about	G
I'd quite as leaf have had the t'other Pull	H
And come to Cotton as to all this Vool	H
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Von only happy moment I have had	I
Since here I come to be a Farmer's Cad	I
And then I cotch'd a vild Beast in a Snooze	A
And pick'd her pouch of three young Kangaroos	A
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Vot chance haye I to go to Race or Mill	H
Or show a sneaking Kindness for a Till	H
And as for Vashings on a hedge to dry	J
I'd put the Natives' Linen in my Eye	J
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If this whole Lot of Mutton I could scrag	C
And find a Fence to turn it into Swag	C
I'd give it all in London Streets to stand	K
And if I had my pick I'd say the Strand	K
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But ven I goes as maybe vonce I shall	H
To my old Crib to meet with Jack and Sal	H
I've been so gallows honest in this Place	A
I shan't not like to show my sheepish Face	A
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It's wery hard for nothing but a Box	A
Of Irish Blackguard to be keepin' Flocks	A
'Mong naked Blacks sich Savages to hus	A
They've nayther got a Pocket nor a Pus	A
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But folks may tell their Troubles till they're sick	C
To dumb brute Beasts and so I'll cut my Stick	C
And vot's the Use a Feller's Eyes to pipe	L
Vere von can't borrow any Gemman's Vipe	L

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