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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Billy Barlow In Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was at home I was down on my luck,<br>And I earned a poor living by drawing a truck;<br>But old aunt died, and left me a thousand—"Oh, oh,<br>I'll start on my travels," said Billy Barlow.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>So off to Australia came Billy Barlow.<br>When to Sydney I got, there a merchant I met,<br>Who said he would teach me a fortune to get;<br>He'd cattle and sheep past the colony's bounds,<br>Which he sold with the station for my thousand pounds.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>He gammon'd the cash out of Billy Barlow.<br>When the bargain was struck, and the money was paid,<br>He said, "My dear fellow, your fortune is made;<br>I can furnish supplies for the station, you know,<br>And your bill is sufficient, good Mr. Barlow."<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>A gentleman settler was Billy Barlow.<br>So I got my supplies, and I gave him my bill,<br>And for New England started, my pockets to fill;<br>But by bushrangers met, with my traps they made free,<br>Took my horse and left Billy bailed to a tree.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br> "I shall die of starvation," thought Billy Barlow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last I got loose, and I walked on my way;<br>A constable came up, and to me did say,<br>"Are you free?" Says I, "Yes, to be sure; don't you know?"<br>And I handed my card, "Mr. William Barlow."<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>He said, "That's all gammon," to Billy Barlow.<br>Then he put on the handcuffs, and brought me away<br>Right back down to Maitland, before Mr. Day.<br>When I said I was free, why the J.P. replied,<br>"I must send you down to be i—dentified."<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>So to Sydney once more went poor Billy Barlow.<br>They at last let me go, and I then did repair<br>For my station once more, and at length I got there;<br>But a few days before, the blacks, you must know,<br>Had spear'd all the cattle of Billy Barlow.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br> "It's a beautiful country," said Billy Barlow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for nine months before no rain there had been,<br>So the devil a blade of grass could be seen;<br>And one-third of my wethers the scab they had got,<br>And the other two-thirds had just died of the rot.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>"I shall soon be a settler," said Billy Barlow.<br>And the matter to mend, now my bill was near due,<br>So I wrote to my friend, and just asked to renew;<br>He replied he was sorry he couldn't, because<br>The bill had passed into a usurer's claws.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>"But perhaps he'll renew it," said Billy Barlow.<br>I applied; to renew he was quite content,<br>If secured, and allowed just three hundred per cent.;<br>But as I couldn't do, Barr, Rodgers, and Co.<br>Soon sent up a summons for Billy Barlow.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>They soon settled the business of Billy Barlow.<br>For a month or six weeks I stewed over my loss,<br>And a tall man rode up one day on a black horse;<br>He asked, "Don't you know me?" I answered him "No."<br>"Why," said he, "my name's Kinsmill; how are you, Barlow?"<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>He'd got a fi. fa. for poor Billy Barlow.<br>What I'd left of my sheep and my traps he did seize,<br>And he said, "They won't pay all the costs and my fees;"<br>Then he sold off the lot, and I'm sure 'twas a sin,<br>At sixpence a head, and the station giv'n in.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>"I'll go back to England," said Billy Barlow.<br>My sheep being sold, and my money all gone,<br>Oh, I wandered about then quite sad and forlorn;<br>How I managed to live it would shock you to know,<br>And as thin as a lath got poor Billy Barlow.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>Quite down on his luck was poor Billy Barlow.<br>And in a few weeks more, the sheriff, you see,<br>Sent the tall man on horseback once more unto me;<br>Having got all he could by the writ of fi. fa.,<br>By way of a change he'd brought up a ca. sa.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>He seized on the body of Billy Barlow.<br>He took me to Sydney, and there they did lock<br>Poor unfortunate Billy fast "under the clock;"<br>And to get myself out I was forced, you must know<br>The schedule to file of poor Billy Barlow.<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>In the list of insolvents was Billy Barlow.<br>Then once more I got free, but in poverty's toil;<br>I've no "cattle for salting," no "sheep for to boil;"<br>I can't get a job—though to any I'd stoop,<br>If it was only the making of portable soup."<br>Oh dear, lackaday, oh,<br>Pray give some employment to Billy Barlow.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343954" data-title="Billy Barlow In Australia de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="When I was at home I was down on my luck, And I earned a poor living by drawing a truck; But old aunt died, and left me a thousand—"Oh, oh, I'll start on my travels," said Billy Barlow. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, So off to Australia came B..."></div> </div> </div>
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