Nine Miles From Gundagai

Author Unknown

I'm used to driving bullock teams across the hills and plains,
I've teamed out back for forty years in blazing drougt and rains,
I've lived a heap of trouble down without a bloomin' lie,
But I can't forget what happened to me, nine miles from Gundagai.

'Twas getting dark, the team was bogged, the axle snapped in two,
I lost me matches and me pipe so what was I to do?
The rain came down,'twas bitter cold, and hungry too was I,
And the dog shit in the tucker box, nine miles from Gundagai.

Some blokes I know has stacks of luck, no matter how they fall,
But there was I, Lord love a duck,no blasted luck at all,
I couldn't make a pot of tea, or get me trousers dry,
And the dog shit in the tucker box, nine miles from Gundagai.

I can forgive the blinkin' team, I can forgive the rain,
I can forgive the dark and cold - I'd go through it again,
I can forgive me rotten luck, but hang me till I die,
I can't forgive that bloody dog, nine miles from Gudagai.

Anon.

Submitted by John Chandler

Back to Dog Poems

Back to Home Page