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Raised six score ducks and half a hundred geese,
Well pampered ease its golden eggs may hoard
Geese throng around, as well as on the board—
If in tradition there be truth at all
Here's the right stuff to save the Capitol
Nor our fierce Yeomen and brave Vulunteers
Anticipate a grateful nations tears,
Unborn the Rooshuns Sydney rifles kill
And troopers charged but in their tailor's bill
Oh blazes? 'twere a goodly sight to see
The town turn out its troops of Cavalry
All daring riders on their lamp-post steeds
Both man and horse unique in divers breeds,
The moustache movement proves the only one
The gallant Yeomanry has ever done———
When Rooshans come; shall follow Polar bears
The shaggy races will descend in pairs
And make reprisals on some stormy day
On Perouse monument, in Botany Bay—
Well did Macdonald (ere he cut) foresee,
On that dread day a bloodless victory,
The parole "sauve qui peut" proclaims their fate,
The troopers rally round the turnpike gate;
The pikeman opens, (tipped with ample pay),
And running Riflemen point out the way.
Pass Vizier Deass who with aspect mild
Could charm a servant or beguile a child,
Low cunning was your forte; yea, 't is confest,
Experience colonial forged you best,
Amid the sneaks who pandered to the chief
To court a courtesan or cloak a thief—
All selfish interest thine,—I've yet to know
What you have done without quid pro quo?
From earliest times when gifts of early purl
Poured on each mistress in delightful whirl,
To when the more sedate and crafty Turk
Sacked his Zenana to embrace a Bourke—
For such as thou I have no time to spare
