Poem

A Walgett Episode

by A. B. (Banjo) Paterson · 1902

The sun strikes down with a blinding glare, The skies are blue and the plains are wide, The saltbush plains that are burnt and bare By Walgett out on the Barwon side — The Barwon river that wanders down In a leisurely manner by Walgett Town.
There came a stranger — a 'Cockatoo' — The word means farmer, as all men know Who dwell in the land where the kangaroo Barks loud at dawn, and the white-eyed crow Uplifts his song on the stock-yard fence As he watches the lambkins passing hence.
The sunburnt stranger was gaunt and brown, But it soon appeared that he meant to flout The iron law of the country town, Which is — that the stranger has got to shout: 'If he will not shout we must take him down,' Remarked the yokels of Walgett Town.
They baited a trap with a crafty bait, With a crafty bait, for they held discourse Concerning a new chum who of late Had bought such a thoroughly lazy horse; They would wager that no one could ride him down The length of the city of Walgett Town.
The stranger was born on a horse's hide; So he took the wagers, and made them good With his hard-earned cash — but his hopes they died, For the horse was a clothes-horse, made of wood! — 'Twas a well-known horse that had taken down Full many a stranger in Walgett Town.
The stranger smiled with a sickly smile — 'Tis a sickly smile that the loser grins — And he said he had travelled for quite a while In trying to sell some marsupial skins. 'And I thought that perhaps, as you've took me down, You would buy them from me, in Walgett Town!'
He said that his home was at Wingadee, At Wingadee where he had for sale Some fifty skins and would guarantee They were full-sized skins, with the ears and tail Complete, and he sold them for money down To a venturesome buyer in Walgett Town.
Then he smiled a smile as he pouched the pelf, 'I'm glad that I'm quit of them, win or lose: You can fetch them in when it suits yourself, And you'll find the skins — on the kangaroos!' Then he left — and the silence settled down Like a tangible thing upon Walgett Town.
Sources, publication & text notesReference details
Canonical recordPOEM-000977
Copy-textPaterson — Rio Grande's Last Race (1902 scan); selected digital copy-text retained exactly; retained page images control manifestation and meaningful layout under D-180/D-208; fresh OCR is alignment-only
Source recordSRC-000122
Rights determinationRGT-000933
Text statusCANONICAL TEXT READY
TranscriptionDIPLOMATIC_D208_D180

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