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Out of luck, mate ? Have a liquor. Hang it, / where's the use complaining? / Take your fancy, I'm in funds now -- I can stand / the racket, Dan. / Dump your bluey in the corner; camp here for the / night, it's raining; / Bet your life I'm glad to see you -- glad to see a / Daylesford man. / Swell? Correct, Dan. Spot the get up; and I own / this blooming shanty, / Me the fellows christened 'Jonah' at Jim Crow / and Blanket Flat, / 'Cause my luck was so infernal -- you remember me / and Canty? / Rough times, those -- the very memory keeps a chap / from getting fat.
Where'd I strike it? That's a yarn. The fire's a / comfort -- sit up nearer. / Hoist your heels, man; take it easy till Kate's ready / with the stew. / Yes, I'll tell my little story; 'tain't a long one, but / it's queerer / Than those lies that Tullock pitched us on The Flat / in '52. / Fancy Phil a parson now! He's smug as grease, the / Reverend Tullock. / Yes, he's big -- his wife and fam'ly are a high and / mighty lot. / Didn't I say his jaw would keep him when he tired / of punching mullock? / Well, it has -- he's made his pile here. How d'you / like your whisky -- hot?