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When Dad Drives Home From Town.
When Dad goes into town he takes The old selection dray, And carefully attends the brakes, While dawdling all the way; But when he's interviewed the shops, And liquor'd at "The Crown"— You bet there's no such thing as stops As Dad drives home from town. A careful man he starts away, All watchfulness and joy; "Now, mind your pinny, Sis," he'll say; Don't soil your coat, me boy; Take care there, Tom, you don't fall out; And "Minnie, do sit down!" But all who will may roll about When Dad drives home from town. And roll we do, by gum, we do; And bump from side to side; We yell and howl—and so would you If fated thus to ride; 'Tis over logs and foul of stumps, And knocking saplings down, For waddies ply and Spanker jumps When Dad drives home from town. The kangaroos beat right and left, The possums rush for trees, As Dad stands up like one bereft, With coat tails in the breeze; While Spanker's shod hoofs clout and ring, And youngsters gasp and frown; Dad's hurry's quite astonishing When driving home from town. The tail-board was the first to go, And with it went the toys; Then one by one the girls dropped low, And after them the boys; While 'cross the creek he dashed, and then "Hold tight," he cried, "or drown!" 'Tis really interesting when The "Guv'nor" drives from town. We're holding tight to mother earth, A-sprawl in twos and threes, While clocking cart wheels drown our mirth, Till swallowed in the trees. Then, gathering spoil from log and rut, With swags addressed "J. Brown," We "pad the hoof" to Bargo Hut, While Dad drives home from town. A slush-lamp at the window burns, To guide the travellers back; It dies and glows as Spanker turns The windings of the track; And mother hastens towards the sound To throw the sliprails down— She knows what whirls the wheels around When Dad drives home from town. With empty cart, and minus hat, He draws the reins a-foam; In Indian file across the flat The "kids" come toddling home— With packages and bags a-back, With mother's boots and gown, And other things that blaze the track When Dad drives home from town.
