Jack M'Camley, Lank and long, Ox-persuader, Billabong. Bluff and hearty Sort o' party, Got the "blanky" habit strong!
Says the parson, Bright old bird, "Why'd you use that Horrid word? - (Jack looked grinful) - Not say sinful, But most vulgar and absurd!"
"It's the blanky Church, betwixt You and me, that Got me fixed!" Says M'Camley, "In our fam'ly Things is all so blanky mixed!
"There's me father - Whoa back, Dick! - Church o' Blanky England, stric'! There's me mother And one brother, Roman-Blanky-Catholic!
"But me sister - Way, you Stan! Don't them bullocks Rile a man? Kilts enticed her, Went and spliced a Presby-Blanky-terian!"
"W. T. Goodge"
Bulletin, 11 June 1898, p14