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BILL BLUDGER — MY OATH!

Bill Bludger was the gamest bloke That ever donned a mitten,

And though 'twas said in Waterloo He'd flattened out a Chow or two, He wouldn't harm a kitten —

My oath !  

Though harmless, he was full of fun, And oft when he had leisure,

He'd wing his kliner with a sock,

The toe of which contained some rock, He was so fond of pleasure —

My oath ! One day when out upon parade, Providing Push employment,

Bill stretched a copper out for dead By banging bottles on his head ; This gave them great enjoyment —

My oath !

Bill's push dealt stoush out to a man In Ultimo one Sunday ;

A gang of crafty, clever traps

Went round and gathered up the scraps — Sic transit gloria mundi !

My oath !

In Bathurst-street the other night, This mob of mirthful creatures,

Because Bill said it would be best,

All jumped upon an old man's chest, And then they spoilt his features —

My oath !

Bill's cobber then proposed a joke, And none of them objecting,

They took an iron bar and cut A big hole in his sinciput — The tecs, are still detecting —

My oath !

And this is why I will maintain, Nor care for those who differ,

There's none could kick like Bludger Bill   Whene'er the push went out to kill, He was a dead game biffer —

My oath !

— "THE WARRIGAL," in Sydney " Truth."

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