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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343920" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bush Christening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,<br>And men of religion are scanty,<br>On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,<br>One Michael Magee had a shanty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad,<br>Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;<br>He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest<br>For the youngster had never been christened.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his wife used to cry, 'If the darlin' should die<br>Saint Peter would not recognize him.'<br>But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived,<br>Who agreed straightaway to baptize him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue,<br>With his ear to the keyhole was listenin';<br>And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white,<br>'What the divil and all is this christenin'?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was none of your dolts, He had seen them brand colts,<br>And it seemed to his small understanding,<br>If the man in the frock made him one of the flock,<br>It must mean something very like branding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So away with a rush he set off for the bush,<br>While the tears in his eyelids they glistened,<br>''Tis outrageous,' says he, 'to brand youngsters like me;<br>I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a young native dog he ran into a log,<br>And his father with language uncivil,<br>Never heeding the 'praste', cried aloud in his haste<br>'Come out and be christened, you divil!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug,<br>And his parents in vain might reprove him,<br>Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke)<br>'I've a notion,' says he, 'that'll move him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog;<br>Poke him aisy, don't hurt him or maim him;<br>'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand,<br>As he rushes out this end I'll name him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here he comes, and for shame, ye've forgotten the name,<br>Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?'<br>Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout,<br>'Take your chance, anyhow, wid `Maginnis'!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub<br>Where he knew that pursuit would be risky,<br>The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head<br>That was labeled 'Maginnis's Whiskey'!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P.,<br>And the one thing he hates more than sin is<br>To be asked by the folk, who have heard of the joke,<br>How he came to be christened Maginnis!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.

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