pressin' matters, so they 'ad to chuck the fun, But the Battle uv the Wazzir took the bun.
Now, Ginger Mick 'e writes to me a long, ixcited note,
An' 'e writes it in a whisper, so to speak;?Fer I guess the Censor's shadder wus across 'im as 'e wrote,
An' 'e 'ad to bottle things that musn't leak.?So I ain't got orl the strength uv it; but sich as Ginger sends I rejooce to decent English fer me friends.
It wus part their native carelessness, an' part their native skite;
Fer they kids themselves they know the Devil well,?'Avin' met 'im, kind uv casu'l, on some wild Australian nightWine
an' women at a secon'-rate 'otel.?But the Devil uv Australia 'e's a little woolly sheep?To the devils wot the desert children keep.
So they mooches round the drink-shop's, an' the Wazzir took their eye,
An' they found old Pharoah's daughters pleasin' Janes;?An' they wouldn't be Australian 'less they give the game a fly . . .
An' Egyp' smiled an' totted up 'is gains.?'E doped their drinks, an' breathed on them 'is aged evil breath . . . An' more than one woke up to long fer death.
When they wandered frum the newest an' the cleanest land on earth,
An' the filth uv ages met 'em, it wus 'ard.?Fer there may be sin an' sorrer in the country uv their birth;
But the dirt uv cenchuries ain't in the yard.?They wus children, playin' wiv an asp, an' never fearin' it, An' they took it very sore when they wus bit.
First, they took the tales fer furphies.. when they got around the camp,
Uv a cove done in fer life wiv one night's jag,?But when the yarns grew 'ot an' strong an' bore the 'all-mark stamp
Uv dinkum oil, they waved the danger flag.?An' the shudder that a clean man feels when 'e's su'prized wiv dirt Gripped orl the camp reel solid; an' it 'urt.
There wus Bill from up the Billabong, 'oo's dearest love wus cow,
An' 'oo lived an' thought an' fought an' acted clean.?'E wus lately frum 'is mother wiv 'er kiss wet on 'is brow;
But they snared 'im in, an' did 'im up reel mean.?Fer young Bill, wus gone a million, an' 'e never guessed the game. . . For 'e's down in livin' 'ell, an' marked fer sbame.
An' Bill wus only one uv 'em to fall to Eastern sin
Ev'ry comp'ny 'ad a rotten tale to tell,?An' there must be somethin' doin' when the strength uv it sunk in
To a crowd that ain't afraid to clean up 'ell.?They wus game to take a gamble; but this dirt dealt to a mateWell, it riled 'em; an' they didn't 'esitate.
'Ave 'yeh seen a crowd uv fellers takin' chances 'on a game,
Crackin' 'ard while they thought it on the square??'Ave yeh 'eard their owl uv anguish when they tumbled to the same,
'Avin' found they wus the victums uv a snare??It wus jist that sort uv anger when they fell to Egyp's stunt; An', remember, they wus trainin' fer the front.
I 'ave notions uv the Wazzir. It's as old as Pharaoh's tomb;
It's as cunnin' as the oldest imp in 'ell;?An' the game it plays uv lurin' blokes, wiv love-songs, to their doom
Wus begun when first a tart 'ad smiles to sell.?An' it stood there thro' the ages; an' it might be standin' still If it 'adn't bumped a clean cove, name o' Bill.
An' they done it like they done it when a word went to the push
That a nark 'oo'd crooled a pal wus run to ground.?They done it like they done it when the blokes out in the bush
Passed a telegraft that cops wus nosin' round.?There wus no one rung a fire-bell, but the tip wus passed about; An' they fixed a night to clean the Wazzir out.
Yes, I've notions uv the Wazzir. It's been pilin' up its dirt
Since it mated wiv the Devil in year One,?An' spawned a brood uv evil things to do a man a 'urt
Since the lurk uv snarin' innercents begun.?But it's sweeter an' it's cleaner since one wild an' woolly night When the little A.I.F. put up a fight.
Now, it started wiv some 'orseplay. If the 'eads 'ad seen the look,
Dead in earnest, that wus underneath the fun,?They'd 'ave tumbled there wus somethin' that wus more than commin crook,
An' 'ave stopped the game before it 'arf begun.?But the fellers larfed like school-boys, tbo' they orl wus more than narked, An' they 'ad the 'ouses well an' truly marked.
Frum a little crazy balkiney that clawed agin a wall
A chair come crasbin' down into the street;?Then a woman's frightened screamin' give the sign to bounce the ball,
An' there came a sudden rush uv soljers' feet.?There's a glimpse uv frightened faces as a door caved in an' fell; An' the Wazzir wus a 'owlin' screamin' 'ell.
Frum a winder 'igh above 'em there's a
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