The Coo-ee Reciter: Humorous, Pathetic, Dramatic, Dialect, Recitations & Readings
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The Coo-ee Reciter
Humorous, Pathetic, Dramatic, Dialect, Recitations & Readings
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Table of Contents
THE COO-EE RECITER
I KILLED A MAN AT GRASPAN.
KITTY O'TOOLE.
THE BALLAD OF THE DROVER.
THE RESCUE.
SALTBUSH BILL.
DROUGHT AND DOCTRINE.
THE MARTYR.
THE CARRYING OF THE BABY.
THE OLD GUM.
MURPHY SHALL NOT SING TO-NIGHT.
CHRISTMAS BELLS.
WOOL IS UP.
WOOL IS DOWN.
THE HIGHLAND BRIGADE BURIES ITS DEAD.
AUSTRALIA'S CALL TO ARMS.
GOOD NEWS.
FREE TRADE v. PROTECTION.
THE LION'S CUBS.
THE LITTLE DUCHESS.
AUSTRALIA'S SPRINGTIME.
THE MAN THAT SAVED THE MATCH.
ODE FOR COMMONWEALTH DAY
A DESPERATE ASSAULT.
THE GAME OF LIFE.
PREJUDICE.
THE POOR AND THE RICH.
THE ENGINEER'S STORY.
SEEING'S NOT BELIEVING.
CAUDLE HAS BEEN MADE A MASON.
MRS. CAUDLE'S LECTURE.
JIM BLUDSO.
HOW UNCLE MOSE COUNTED THE EGGS.
THE NEGRO BABY'S FUNERAL.
DER SHPIDER UND DER FLY.
LARIAT BILL.
THE ELF CHILD; OR, LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE.
ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGENE.
AN ALL-AROUND INTELLECTUAL MAN.
HER IDEAL.
THE HAPPY FARMER.
THE SON OF A SOLDIER
THE MILE.
THE COO-EE RECITER
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I KILLED A MAN AT GRASPAN.
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(The Tale of a Returned Australian Contingenter done into verse.)
I killed a man at Graspan,
I killed him fair in fight;
And the Empire's poets and the Empire's priests
Swear blind I acted right.
The Empire's poets and Empire's priests
Make out my deed was fine,
But they can't stop the eyes of the man I killed
From starin' into mine.
I killed a man at Graspan,
Maybe I killed a score;
But this one wasn't a chance-shot home,
From a thousand yards or more.
I fired at him when he'd got no show;
We were only a pace apart,
With the cordite scorchin' his old worn coat
As the bullet drilled his heart.
I killed a man at Graspan,
I killed him fightin' fair;
We came on each other face to face,
An' we went at it then and there.
Mine was the trigger that shifted first,
His was the life that sped.
An' a man I'd never a quarrel with
Was spread on the boulders dead.
I killed a man at Graspan;
I watched him squirmin' till
He raised his eyes, an' they met with mine;
An' there they're starin' still.
Cut of my brother Tom, he looked,
Hardly more'n a kid;
An', Christ! he was stiffenin' at my feet
Because of the thing I did.
I killed a man at Graspan;
I told the camp that night;
An' of all the lies that ever I told
That was the poorest skite.
I swore I was proud of my hand-to-hand,
An' the Boer I'd chanced to pot,
An' all the time I'd ha' gave my eyes
To never ha' fired that shot.
I killed a man at Graspan;
An hour ago about,
For there he lies with his starin' eyes,
An' his blood still tricklin' out.
I know it was either him or me,
I know that I killed him fair,
But, all the same, wherever I look,
The man that I killed is there.
I killed a man at Graspan;
My first and, God! my last;
Harder to dodge than my bullet is
The look that his dead eyes cast.
If the Empire asks for me later on
It'll ask for me in vain,
Before I reach to my bandolier
To fire on a man again.
M. Grover.
KITTY O'TOOLE.
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Och! a charmin' young cratur' was Kitty O'Toole,
The lily ov shwate Tipperary;
Wid a voice like a thrish, and wid cheeks like a rose,
An' a figger as nate as a fairy!
Oi saw her wan noight—och! she look'd loike a quane
In the glory ov shwate wan an' twinty—
As she sat wid McGinty's big arm round her waisht,
Och! how I invied McGinty!
Six months afther that, in the shwate summer days,
The boys an' the girls wor' invoited
By Micky O'Toole, ov the cabin beyant,
To see Kate an' McGinty unoited;
An' whin in the church they wor' made into wan,
An' the priesht gave thim blissin's in plinty,
An' Kitty look'd shwater than iver before—
Och! how I invied McGinty!
But the years have gone by, an' McGinty is dead!
Och! me heart was all broke up wid pity
To see her so lonely, an' mournful, an' sad,
An' I wint an' got married to Kitty!
But now, whin I look where McGinty is laid,
Wid a shtone o'er his head cowld an' flinty—
As he lies there so peaceful, an' quoiet, an' shtill—
Och! how I invy McGinty.
W. L. Lumley.
THE BALLAD OF THE DROVER.
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By Henry Lawson.
(By kind permission of Messrs. Angus and Robertson, Publishers, Sydney and Melbourne.)
Across the stony ridges,
Across the rolling plain,
Young Harry Dale, the drover,
Comes riding home again.
And well his stock-horse bears him,
And light of heart is he,
And stoutly his old pack-horse
Is trotting by his knee.
Up Queensland way with cattle
He travelled regions vast;
And many months have vanished
Since home-folk saw him last.
He hums a song of someone
He hopes to marry soon;
And hobble-chains and camp-ware
Keep jingling to the tune.
Beyond the hazy dado
Against the lower skies,
And yon blue line of ranges,
The homestead station lies.
And thitherward the drover
Jogs through the lazy noon,
While hobble-chains and camp-ware
Are jingling to a tune.
An hour has filled the heavens
With storm-cloud inky black;
At times the lightning trickles
Around the drover's track,
But Harry pushes onward;
His horses' strength he tries
In hope to reach the river
Before the flood shall rise.
The thunder from above him
Goes rolling o'er the plain;
And down on thirsty pastures
In torrents fall the rain.
And every creek and gully
Sends forth its little flood,
Till the river runs a banker,
All stained with yellow mud.
Now Harry speaks to Rover,
The best dog on the plains;
And to his hardy horses,
And strokes their shaggy manes;
"We've breasted bigger rivers
When floods were at their height,
Nor shall this gutter stop us
From getting home to-night!"
The thunder growls a warning,
The ghastly lightnings gleam,
As the drover turns his horses,
To swim the fatal stream.
But, oh! the flood runs stronger
Than e'er it ran before;
The saddle horse is failing,
And only half-way o'er!
When flashes next the lightning,
The flood's grey breast is blank,
And a cattle-dog and pack-horse
Are struggling up the bank.
But on the bank to northward,
Or on the southern shore,
The stock-horse and his rider
Will struggle out no more.
The faithful dog a moment
Sits panting on the bank,
And then swims through the current
To where his master sank.
And round and round in circles,
He fights with failing strength,
Till borne down by the waters,
The old dog sinks at length.
Across the flooded lowlands
And slopes of sodden loam,
The pack-horse struggles onward,
To take dumb tidings home.
And mud-stained, wet, and weary,
Through ranges dark goes he;
The hobble-chains and tinware
Are sounding eerily.
* * * *
The floods are in the ocean,
The stream is clear