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Banjo Paterson - The All Right `Un
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He came from "further out",
That land of fear and drought
And dust and gravel.
He got a touch of sun,
And rested at the run
Until his cure was done,
And he could travel.
When spring had decked the plain,
He flitted off again
As flit the swallows.
And from that western land,
When many months were spanned,
A letter came to hand,
Which read as follows:

"Dear Sir, I take my pen
In hopes that all their men
And you are hearty.
You think that I`ve forgot
Your kindness, Mr Scott;
Oh, no, dear sir, I`m not
That sort of party.

"You sometimes bet, I know.
Well, now you`ll have a show
The `books` to frighten.
Up here at Wingadee
Young Billy Fife and me
We`re training Strife, and he
Is a all right un.

"Just now we`re running byes,
But, sir, first time he tries
I`ll send you word of.
And running `on the crook`
Their measures we have took;
It is the deadest hook
You ever heard of.

"So when we lets him go,
Why then I`ll let you know,
And you can have a show
To put a mite on.
Now, sir, my leave I`ll take,
Yours truly, William Blake,
P.S. — Make no mistake,
He`s a all right un.

                      

By next week`s Riverine
I saw my friend had been
A bit too cunning.
I read: "The racehorse Strife
And jockey William Fife
Disqualified for life —
Suspicious running."

But though they spoilt his game
I reckon all the same
I fairly ought to claim
My friend a white un.
For though he wasn`t straight,
His deeds would indicate
His heart at any rate
Was "a all right un".
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