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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Queer Ways Of Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dick Briggs, a wealthy farmer’s son,<br>To England lately took a run,<br>To see his friends, and have some fun,<br>For he’d been ten years in Australia.<br>Arrived in England, off he went<br>To his native village down in Kent—<br>’Twas there his father drew his rent,<br>And many happy days he’d spent.<br>No splendid, fine clothes on had he,<br>But jumper’n boots up to the knee,<br>With dirty Sydney ‘cabbage-tree’—<br>The costume of Australia.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Chorus:<br>Now when a fellow takes a run<br>To England for a bit of fun,<br>He’s sure to ’stonish everyone<br>With the queer ways of Australia.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now Dick went home in this array;<br>His sister came out and did say,<br>‘No, we don’t want anything today,’<br>To her brother from Australia.<br>Cried he, ‘Oh, don’t you know poor Dick?’<br>They recognized him precious quick;<br>The ‘old man’ hugged him like a brick.<br>And there was feasting there that night,<br>For Richard was a welcome sight,<br>For each one hailed with great delight<br>The wanderer from Australia.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The blessed cattle on the farm<br>Regarded Dick with great alarm;<br>His swearing acted like a charm<br>When he gave ’em a ‘touch’ of Australia.<br>He could talk ‘bullock’ and ‘no flies’,<br>And when he blessed poor Strawberry’s eyes,<br>She looked at him with great surprise<br>As out of her he ‘took a rise’.<br>‘Fie, fie,’ his mother said one day,<br>‘What naughty, wicked words you say.’<br>‘Bless you, mother, that’s the way<br>We wake ’em up in Australia.’<br>Dick went to London for a spree,<br>And got drunk there most gloriously;<br>He gave them a touch of ‘Coo-oo-ee’<br>The bush cry of Australia.<br>He took two ladies to the play,<br>Both so serene, in dresses gay,<br>He had champagne brought on a tray<br>And said, ‘Now girls, come fire away.’<br>They drank till they could drink no more,<br>And then they both fell on the floor.<br>Cried Dick, as he surveyed them o’er,<br>‘You wouldn’t do for Australia!’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Thatcher">Charles Thatcher</a></strong></div>