WHEN Bill shakes hands with all the mob At Chance-it, on the Yarrangob, You've got to understand That Bill is bound for Sydney-side To cut his cheque out good and wide In style to beat the band, For Bill has not been there before; In fact, I must say, furthermore, He has not further sped Than once or twice to Down-and-Out To slake a predatory drought And paint that small place red. "Well, so long, Bill," the boys once more Shout after him in hearty roar, And Bill he waved his dook. When Ginger King ran up the hill, And yelled, "I say, there, hold on, Bill; I wanter ask yer—look, When you get down to Sydney-side Where do you reckon to reside? Where will you bunk and grub?" "Gorstruth," says Bill, "@3you@1 oughter know! When I get inter town—What-o! I'm stopping at the pub!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO WIVES by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS AFTER THE BATTLE (OF AUGHRIM) by THOMAS MOORE THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE SMALL CELANDINE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI TRANSFERABLE MERIT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |