Daley’s Dorg ‘Wattle’

“You can talk about yer sheep dorgs,” said the man from Allan’s Creek,
“But I know a dorg that simply knocked ’em bandy! –
Do whatever you would show him, and you’d hardly need to speak;
Owned by Daley, drover cove in Jackandandy.

“We was talkin’ in the parlour, me and Daley, quiet like,
When a blow-fly starts a-buzzin’ round the ceilin’,
Up gets Daley, and he says to me, ‘You wait a minute, Mike,
And I’ll show you what a dorg he is at heelin’.’

“And an empty pickle-bottle was a-standin’ on the shelf,
Daley takes it down and puts it on the table,
And he bets me drinks that blinded dorg would do it by himself –
And I didn’t think as how as he was able!

“Well, he shows the dorg the bottle, and he points up to the fly,
And he shuts the door, and says to him – ‘Now Wattle!’
And in less than fifteen seconds, spare me days, it ain’t a lie,
That there dorg had got that insect in the bottle.”