Three droving men, some three weeks sync, Sat drinking the Queensland rum; 'Twas four a.m. when twa o' them Saw jock M'Phee succumb.
Hech! they were giddy songs he'd sung, And the yarns which he'd spun were "free"! - For the liquor that nicht had loosed the tongue O' gudeman Jock M'Phee.
They taul,t the meenister what befell, So he tuk braw Jock to task:- "Jock, gie me noo an answer true To one question I wull ask.
"An' it happened the Laird had stricken ye, A reprobate, graceless mon, Whan ye war a bletherin' yestere'en - D'ye ken whare ye wad hae gone?"
"Whare wad I hae gone?" - and Jockie wunk - "Dinna ye fash yersel' mair - For I wad ha' bin too terrible drunk To ha' gone anywhere."
First published in The Bulletin, 10 December 1892.