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Introduction
Some
tall tales are being spun in O' Reilly's pub. Each trying to outdo the
other in where's the hottest. A stranger arrives and...well, I'll let
the poem take over.
Migosh
It's 'ot
We blokes were
sittin' in the shade
Of Greg O'Reilly's pub
Smokin' our pipes an' spinnin' tales
'an takin' in the suds.
Migosh it's
'ot wailed Perce Macrae
and wiped his dripping brow.
It must be a 'undred in the shade
Enough to roast me cows.
That's not
'ot be 'arf a mile.
Came the voice of Jackie Groot.
It's bloody hot when cockatoos.
Land on roofs in hobnailed boots.
It's hot where
I come from old bean
drawled long tall Claude the toff.
That I've seen ol' Nick come calling
Saying Hell's where you cool off.
Just then a
stranger sauntered in
'an said can I sit down.
Tell yer, mates, I'm bloody freezin'
since I got into town.
Long Claude,
he did a double take
an' so did Jackie Groot
The stranger was all dressed up
In furs from head to foot.
His face was
muffled by a scarf
An' if that just weren't enough
He had on sheepskin gauntlets
on his ears bright green ear muffs.
I've just come
down from Queenslan' mates
jest 'orf the Birdsville Track
They told me it was summer here.
Too cold, so I'm headin' back.
Mates, I'm
fair near freezin'
Wish the temperature was 'igher,
Would one of yer get me a long, 'ot rum
an' the publican' light a fire.
Long Claude
got up to get the rum
As obliging as he could be.
When Greg O' Reilly came over
'an said leave this cove to me.
I'll give 'im
me missus's remedy
an' 'e'll be as right as rain.
Afore youse blokes git goin'
Can I fill your pots again.
After we'd
gone, so I've been told
This cove got fifty pound.
You see he was an actor bloke
Up here from Sydney Town.
The rumour
went that landlord Greg.
Had bet with other hosts.
That he would take us down a peg
and cure of our boasts.
I 'ad to stop
those blokes said Greg
Replied the actor bloke. Dear boy, no bother.
What am I doing here on earth.
If I can't help my brother.
Copyright; Henderson
Q. Goldfischer
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