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C J Dennis - Wangled by the Wayside
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"Country blokes is kind," he said,
   And sat upon his swag
(I had no pipe tobacco,
   So he said he`d "risk a fag.")
"A country bloke`s my sort o` bloke,
   As I`ve had cause to find.
Them city coves is cold as mud:
   But country blokes is kind.

"Now, f`rinstance, just you take yerself.
   I meets you on the road,
A stranger, fur as I`m concerned --
   A cove I`ve never knowed.
An` when I sprags you for a smoke,
   I`ll bet you didn`t mind.
You done your best; tho` fags is muck.
   Country blokes is kind.

"Country hearts is rightly placed
   A every battler knows.
If I`d have asked you for a feed,
   Or p`raps some carst-off clo`es,
I`ll wager you`d have searched your house
   For all that you could find
In shape of tucker or of duds,
   Yes; country blokes is kind.

"But city coves! -- I ain`t been there
   For years -- nigh on fifteen.
But lately I meandered down
   Just for a change of scene
But rekernise a human bean?
   They ain`t that way inclined,
That crowd of stone-eyed strangers there.
   Not like the conutry kind.

"To ask a bob for food or drink
   In cities is a sin,
An` they goes an` calls a copper,
   An` the copper turns you in.
But, if you pitch a likely tale,
   Most like you don`t git fined.
So I hoofs it back to country scenes
   Where blokes is nice and kind.

"So here I am, back in the bush,
   Still battlin` an` dead-broke.
An` the minnit I seen you I sez,
   `Now, there`s a country bloke,`
I sez.  `He`s got that sort of face.`
   I`m broke, but I`m not blind.
Stone-broke ... Well, I best push along ...
   Thanks.  Country blokes is kind."
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