Eastern Recorder – Kellerberrin WA – 3 March 1933
by D Dinan.
The cry went up, “Lynch the cow!”
LINES TO KITTY
(A Barmaid).
I am thinking of you Kitty
While l’m lying lying here alone,
My bed is made of ferns
And my pillow is a stone;
I am camped here in a gully
In the cold and chilly breeze,
With no comrades but the mopokes
and the possums in the trees.
I see you tripping to the bar-room,
Yes I see you tripping in,
At the whirring of the gingle
Which Kerry taught me how to spin.
I hear you taking orders
With a thorough business air,
One glance is quite convincing
That you act upon the square.
“What is yours sir, what is yours sir”,
Please let the drinks be known;
Is the Boss not in it ?
Well then captain what’s your own.
And how is the old landlord;
Is he swaggering about ?
He is happy when he’s on the pump
Or uncorking bottled stout.
You are standing there beside him
With your winning Irish smile,
It would coax a duck from water
Round my heart it wore a coil.
Well, perhaps the day’s not distant
When on velvet I shall stand,
Then I’ll come and see you Kitty
With dollars at command.
D.M., May, 1916.
The lines of ” A Spud-digger’s Spree,”
Moya Sharp
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