Nine Miles From Gundagai (1923)(Sent in by "The Texas Girl.") I've done my share of shearing sheep,
Of droving, and all that,
And bogged a bullock team as well
On a Murrumbidgee flat.
I've seen the bullock stretch and strain
And blink his bleary eye,
And the dog sit on the tucker-box
Nine miles from Gundagai. I've been jilted, jarred, and crossed in love,
And sandbagged in the dark,
And if a mountain fell on me I'd take it as a lark.
Its when you get your bullocks bogged,
That's the time I flog and cry,
And the dog sits on the tucker-box
Nine miles from Gundagai. We have all got our little troubles
In life's hard, thorny way;
Some strike it in a motor-car
And others in a dray;
It's when any dog and bullocks strike,
It ain't no apple pie,
And the dog sits on the tucker-box
Nine miles from Gundagai But that's all past and dead and gone,
I've sold the team for meat,
And perhaps some day where I was bogged
There'll be an asphalt street.
Ah, well, my dog, he got a bait,
And thought he would like to die,
So I buried him in the tucker-box
Nine miles from Gundagai. Notes From the NSW newspaper The Albury Banner and Wodonga Express 12 Oct 1923 p. 13. Top