“The blessèd cattle on the farm

Regarded Dick with great alarm;

His swearing acted like a charm

When he gave them a ‘touch’ of Australia.

He could talk ‘bullock’ and ‘no flies,’

And when he bless’d poor Strawb’r’y’s eyes,

She looked at him with great surprise

As out of her he ‘took a rise.’

‘Fie, fie,’ his mother said one day,

‘What naughty, wicked words you say.’