In spite of a natural disinclination to look a gift sausage in the mouth.
A CALL TO THE COW PONIES.
They sent us from Coorong and Cooper
The pick of the Wallaby Track
To serve us as gunner and trooper,
To serve us as charger and hack;
From Budgeribar to Blanchewater
They rifled the runs of the West,
That whatever his fate in the slaughter