The Moods of Ginger Mick | Page 7

a letter, an' 'is letter's good to read,
Fer the things 'e sez, an' some things 'e leaves out;
An' when a bloke

like 'im wakes up an' starts to take a 'eed,
Well, it's sort o' worth the writin' 'ome about.
'E's one uv many little
things Australia chanced to find
She never knoo she 'ad around till
bugles cleared 'er mind.
Becos ole Europe lost 'er block an' started 'eavin' bricks,
Becos the bugles wailed a song uv war,
We found reel gold down in
the 'earts uv orl our Ginger Micks
We never thort worth minin' fer before.
An' so, I'm tippin' we will
pray, before our win is scored: "Thank God for Mick, an' Bill an' Jim,
an' little brother Clord."
V. THE BATTLE OF THE WAZZIR
If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp', 'ad been gazin' on the scene
'E'd' ave give the A.I.F. a narsty name
When they done their little best
to scrub 'is dirty Kingdom clean,
An' to shift 'is ancient 'eap uv sin an' shame.
An' I'm tippin' they'd 'ave
phenyled 'im, an' rubbed it in 'is 'ead. But old Pharaoh, King uv Egyp',
'e is dead.
So yeh don't 'ear much about it; an' it isn't meant yeh should,
Since 'is Kingship wasn't there to go orf pop;
An' this mishunery
effort fer to make the 'eathen good
Wus a contract that the fellers 'ad to drop.
There wus other pressin'
matters, so they 'ad to chuck the fun, But the Battle uv the Wazzir took
the bun.
Now, Ginger Mick 'e writes to me a long, ixcited note,
An' 'e writes it in a whisper, so to speak;
Fer I guess the Censor's

shadder wus across 'im as 'e wrote,
An' 'e 'ad to bottle things that musn't leak.
So I ain't got orl the
strength uv it; but sich as Ginger sends I rejooce to decent English fer
me friends.
It wus part their native carelessness, an' part their native skite;
Fer they kids themselves they know the Devil well,
'Avin' met 'im,
kind uv casu'l, on some wild Australian nightWine
an' women at a secon'-rate 'otel.
But the Devil uv Australia 'e's a little
woolly sheep
To the devils wot the desert children keep.
So they mooches round the drink-shop's, an' the Wazzir took their eye,
An' they found old Pharoah's daughters pleasin' Janes;
An' they
wouldn't be Australian 'less they give the game a fly . . .
An' Egyp' smiled an' totted up 'is gains.
'E doped their drinks, an'
breathed on them 'is aged evil breath . . . An' more than one woke up to
long fer death.
When they wandered frum the newest an' the cleanest land on earth,
An' the filth uv ages met 'em, it wus 'ard.
Fer there may be sin an'
sorrer in the country uv their birth;
But the dirt uv cenchuries ain't in the yard.
They wus children, playin'
wiv an asp, an' never fearin' it, An' they took it very sore when they
wus bit.
First, they took the tales fer furphies.. when they got around the camp,
Uv a cove done in fer life wiv one night's jag,
But when the yarns
grew 'ot an' strong an' bore the 'all-mark stamp

Uv dinkum oil, they waved the danger flag.
An' the shudder that a
clean man feels when 'e's su'prized wiv dirt Gripped orl the camp reel
solid; an' it 'urt.
There wus Bill from up the Billabong, 'oo's dearest love wus cow,
An' 'oo lived an' thought an' fought an' acted clean.
'E wus lately frum
'is mother wiv 'er kiss wet on 'is brow;
But they snared 'im in, an' did 'im up reel mean.
Fer young Bill, wus
gone a million, an' 'e never guessed the game. . . For 'e's down in livin'
'ell, an' marked fer sbame.
An' Bill wus only one uv 'em to fall to Eastern sin
Ev'ry comp'ny 'ad a rotten tale to tell,
An' there must be somethin'
doin' when the strength uv it sunk in
To a crowd that ain't afraid to clean up 'ell.
They wus game to take a
gamble; but this dirt dealt to a mateWell, it riled 'em; an' they didn't
'esitate.
'Ave 'yeh seen a crowd uv fellers takin' chances 'on a game,
Crackin' 'ard while they thought it on the square?
'Ave yeh 'eard their
owl uv anguish when they tumbled to the same,
'Avin' found they wus the victums uv a snare?
It wus jist that sort uv
anger when they fell to Egyp's stunt; An', remember, they wus trainin'
fer the front.
I 'ave notions uv the Wazzir. It's as old as Pharaoh's tomb;
It's as cunnin' as the oldest imp in 'ell;
An' the game it plays uv lurin'
blokes, wiv love-songs, to their doom
Wus begun when first a tart 'ad smiles to sell.
An' it stood there thro'

the ages; an' it might be standin' still