Hello, old cobber. Well, what's on your mind?
You're lookin' awful gloomy and mysterious
Done in your dough? The horses been unkind?
Nobody ill? I hope it's nothin' serious.
Aw, don't be funny. Foreign what? Affairs?
Well, they ain't happ'nin' this side of the Murray.
Nothin' in my young life, them blighters' cares,
Why go so far away to look for worries?
What? League o' Nations? Look, you ain't allowed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem