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C J Dennis - Bottle-O Benny
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Chuff!  Chuff!  Chuff!  With a rumble and a rattle,
   Waking every echo on the old bush road;
Waking, too, the wonder of the wayside cattle
   With the clatter of his engine and his strange, mixed load;
With his front wheels a-wobble and his back brake squealing,
   Skirting here the table-drain, grazing there a tree,
His hand upon the steering, but his mind upon his dealing,
   Comes Bottle-o Benny in his old Model T.

"Any ole iron, sir?  Fat, sir?  Bottles, sir?
   Cast-off clobber, or any ole rags?
(Pretty sticky patch that, down by the wattles, sir.)
   Any ole machinery or secon`-and bags?
Charf bags, bran bags?  Taken `em orf yer `an`s, sir --
   Best city prices, spot cash.  That`s me!
This `ere dealin` life`s as `ard as any man`s, sir."
   Says Bottle-o Benny from his old Model T.

He pokes about the rubbish heap; he roots around the stable there;
   He loiters in the lumber-shed and says, "Times is lean.
Give you `arf-a-dollar, now, for that ole table there.
   Square an` all an` honest, sir, I`d `ardly make a bean!
Yes; I`ve counted up the bottles; two dozen`s wot I make `em, sir.
   Wot?  Them sauce an` pickle `uns?
But, jist for ole acquaintance like, I`ll rid yer `an`s an` take `em, sir."
   And he magically packs them in his old Model T.

Chuff!  Chuff!  Chuff!  With a rattle and a rumble,
   Off goes Benny by the Burnt Stump Bend.
His echoes scarce have died away ere Mum begins to grumble:
   "Where`s that copper kettle that I put out to mend?"
And Lil says, "Last year -- (I`ve always had a feeling) --
   Last year a clothes-line went when Benny went," says she.
But Benny won`t be back again for twelve months, dealing
   For unconsidered trifles in his old Model T.
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