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'Tis of the Wild Colonial Boy [Come out of that saplin', Rat!] Brought up by honest parents [Now, Strawberry, what are yer at!] He robbed them lordly squatters and [Whoa Diamond! Dam yer hump!] And a terror to Horsetralia [Now then, Nugget, you mind that stump!]
'Twas at the age of seventeen [Gee back there, Dimple! Gee!] He never [Way there Baldy, [sich a cow I never did see!] He was his father's only son [Gee back there now, Rob Roy!] And fondly did his parents love the Wild Colonial Boy!
W T Goodge
Read poems about / on: son, father
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