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‏اللغة: English

Digger Smith

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Dennis C J (Clarence James)

دار النشر: Project Gutenberg

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Sich things as that. Yeh don't mean kangaroos?

Go hon!' she sez, or words to that effect--

(It's 'ard to imitate the speech they use)

I tells 'er, 'Straight; I drives 'em four-in-'and
indent 'Ome in my land.'

"You 'ear a lot," sez little Digger Smith,

"About 'ow English swells is so stand-off.

Don't yeh believe it; it's a silly myth.

I've been reel cobbers with the British toff

While I'm on leaf; for Blighty liked our crowd,
indent An' done us proud.

"Us Aussies was the goods in London town

When I was there. If they jist twigged yer 'at

The Dooks would ask yeh could yeh keep one down,

An' Earls would 'ang out `Welcome' on the mat,

An' sling yeh invites to their stately 'alls
indent For fancy balls.

"This Duchess--I ain't quite sure uv 'er rank;

She might uv been a Peeress. I dunno.

I meets 'er 'usband first. 'E owns a bank,

I 'eard, an' 'arf a dozen mints or so.

A dinkum toff. 'E sez, `Come 'ome with me
indent An' 'ave some tea.'

"That's 'ow I met this Duchess Wot's-'er-name--

Or Countess--never mind 'er moniker;

I ain't no 'and at this 'ere title game--

An' right away, I was reel pals with 'er.

`Now, tell me all about yer 'ome,' sez she,
indent An' smiles at me.

"That knocks me out. I know it ain't no good

Paintin' word-picters uv the things I done

Out 'ome 'ere, barrackin' for Collin'wood,

Or puntin' on the flat at Flemin'ton.

I know this Baroness uv Wot-yeh-call
indent Wants somethin' tall.

"I thinks reel 'ard; an' then I lets it go.

I tells 'er, out at Richmond, on me Run--

A little place uv ten square mile or so--

I'm breedin' boomerangs; which is reel fun,

When I ain't troubled by the wild Jonops
indent That eats me crops.

"I talks about the wondrous Boshter Bird

That builds 'er nest up in the Cobber Tree,

An' 'atches out 'er young on May the third,

Stric' to the minute, jist at 'arf pas' three.

'Er eyes get big. She sez, `Can it be true?'
indent 'Er eyes was blue.

"An' then I speaks uv sport, an' tells 'er 'ow

In 'untin' our wild Wowsers we imploy

Large packs uv Barrackers, an' 'ow their row

Wakes echoes in the forests uv Fitzroy,

Where lurks the deadly Shicker Snake 'oo's breath
indent Is certain death.

"I'm goin' on to talk uv kangaroos,

An' 'ow I used to drive 'em four-in-'and.

`Wot?' sez the Marchioness. `Them things in Zoos

That 'ops about? I've seen 'em in the Strand

In double 'arness; but I ain't seen four.
indent Tell me some more.'

"I baulks a bit at that; an' she sez, `Well,

There ain't no cause at all for you to feel

Modest about the things you 'ave to tell;

An' wot yeh say sounds wonderfully reel.

Your talk'--an' 'ere I seen 'er eyelids flick--
indent `Makes me 'omesick.

"'I reckerlect,' she sez--`Now, let me see--

In Gippsland, long ago, when I was young,

I 'ad a little pet Corroboree,'

(I sits up in me chair like I was stung.)

`On its 'ind legs,' she sez, `it used to stand.
indent Fed from me 'and.'

"Uv course, I threw me alley in right there.

This Princess was a dinkum Aussie girl.

I can't do nothin' else but sit an' stare,

Thinkin' so rapid that me 'air roots curl.

But 'er? She sez, 'I ain't 'eard talk so good
indent Since my child'ood.

"`I wish,' sez she, `I could be back again

Beneath the wattle an' that great blue sky.

It's like a breath uv 'ome to meet you men.

You've done reel well,' she sez. `Don't you be shy.

When yer in Blighty once again,' sez she,
indent `Come an' see me.'

"I don't see 'er no more; 'cos I stopped one.

But, 'fore I sails, I gits a billy doo

Which sez, `Give my love to the dear ole Sun,

An' take an exile's blessin' 'ome with you.

An' if you 'ave some boomerangs to spare,
indent Save me a pair.

"'I'd like to see 'em play about,' she wrote,

`Out on me lawn, an' stroke their pretty fur.

God bless yeh, boy.' An' then she ends 'er note,

'Yer dinkum cobber,' an' 'er moniker.

A sport? You bet! She's marri'd to an Earl--
indent An Aussie girl."