41
AN IDYLL OF DANDALOO
They went to scale and—cruel fate!—
His jockey turned out under-weight.
Perhaps they'd tampered with the scale!
I cannot tell.I only know
It weighed him out all right.I fail
To paint that Sydney sportsman's woe.
He said the stewards were a crew
Of low-lived thieves in Dandaloo.
He lifted up his voice, irate,
And swore till all the air was blue;
So then we rose to vindicate
The dignity of Dandaloo.
'Look here,' said we, you must not poke
Such oaths at us poor country folk.'
We rode him softly on a rail,
We shied at him, in careless glee,
Some large tomatoes, rank and stale,
And eggs of great antiquity—
Their wild, unholy fragrance flew
About the town of Dandaloo.
