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C J Dennis - The Indian Myna
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Gimme the town an` its clamour an` clutter;
  I ain`t very fond of the bush;
For my cobbers are coves of the gardens and gutter-
  A tough metropolitan push.
I ain`t never too keen on the countryfield life;
It`s the hustle an` bustle for me an` me wife.

So I swagger an` strut an` I cuss an` I swagger;
  I`m wise to the city`s hard way.
A bit of a bloke an` a bit of a bragger;
  I`ve always got plenty to say.
Learned thro` knockin` about since my people came out
From the land at the back of Bombay.

When out in the bush I am never a ranger;
  There never ain`t nothin` to see.
Besides, them bush birds got no time for a stranger;
  So town an` the traffic for me.
I sleep in the gardens an` loaf in the street,
An` sling off all day at the fellers I meet.

An` I swagger an` scold an` strut an` I swagger,
  An` pick up me fun where I can,
Or tell off me wife, who`s a bit of a nagger,
  Or scrap with the sparrers for scran.
A bonzer at bluffin`, I give you my word,
For, between you an` me, I`m a pretty tough bird.
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