struth woman am I first again oh well here goes
Just look at him now
You could see quite plainly,
that he was under strain.
For he was tall and willowy,
though he said he’d never tire.
Being there amongst the cotton,
out there on the saltbush plains.
For we were at a whistle stop,
‘twas a pub away out back.
The beer was cold and foaming,
but he never touched a drop.
For he was an old time bushman,
a teetotaller and a he was broke.
Bill Williams ©
HOMEWORK F/E 04.07.11 - Just Look At Him Now
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Re: HOMEWORK F/E 04.07.11 - Just Look At Him Now
First past the post Bill - Good on you. Nearly as bad as the Pub with no beer, being at the pub with no money for a beer or a cool drink of some description. Water gets a bit boring - even more so if it's bore water.
Cheers
Maureen
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