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Banjo Paterson - Morgan`s Dog
Work rating: Medium

Morgan the drover explained,
As he drank from his battered quart-pot,
Many a slut I have trained;
This is the best of the lot.

Crossing these stringybark hills,
Hungry and rocky and steep
This is the country that kills
Weakly and sore-footed sheep.

Those that are healthy and strong
Battle away in the lead,
Carting the others along,
Eating the whole of the feed.

That`s where this little red slut
Shows you what`s bred in the bone;
Works it all out in her nut,
Handles it all on her own.

Backwards and forwards she`ll track,
Gauging the line at a glance,
Keeping the stronger ones back,
Giving the tailers a chance.

Weary and hungry and lame,
Sticking all day to her job,
Thin as a rabbit, but game,
Working in front of the mob.

Tradesmen, I call `em, the dogs,
Those that`ll work in a yard;
Bark till they`re hoarser than frogs,
Makin` `em savage and hard.

Others will soldier and shirk
While there`s a rabbit to hunt:
This is an artist at work;
Watch her — out there — in the front.
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