Beyond His Jurisdiction by Harry "Breaker" Morant

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It was a Western manager, and a language man was he;
Thus spoke he to the shed-boss: "Send 'The Rager' round to me;
I'll hie me to the office, where I'll write his crimson cheque,
Bid him roll his dusty swag up, or I'll break his no-good neck."

So when the bell was ringing -- when "smoke-oh!" time was o'er,
Says the shed-boss: "Mick, your services are wanted here no more."
Then "The Rager" hung his shears up, stepped from the shearing floor
And went a-swapping swear-words 'round at the office door.

For the boss began to language, and "The Rager" languaged back;
Says "The Rager": "There's my brother, can't you give him too the sack?"
"Your brother? Damn your brother! Yes, send him round here quick!"
"That narks yez," Michael answered -- "he's a cocky down in Vic."

First published in The Bulletin, 7 July 1894;
and later in
Bushman and Buccaneer: Harry Morant : His 'Ventures and Verses edited by Frank Renar, 1902;
The North Queensland Register, 28 January 1924;
Australian Bush Ballads edited by Nancy Keesing, 1955;
Complete Book of Australian Folklore edited by Bill Scott, 1976;
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant: from "The Bulletin" 1891-1903 with original illustrations by Breaker Morant, 1980;
The Penguin Book of Australian Humorous Verse edited by Bill Scott, 1984; and
Sin, Sweat and Sorrow: The Making of Capricornia Queensland 1840s-1940s edited by Liz Huf, Lorna L. McDonald and David A. Myers, 1993.

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography

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