The Prodigal's Reply by Harry "Breaker" Morant

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Some time ago Bob crossed the foam
   And sailed for Cool-gar-dee,
And when our hard-up boy came home,
   No wealthier was he!

We saw him -- at "the Rising Sun,"
   And o'er an "s.-and-b."
We asked if Dad his prodigal son
   Was mighty pleased to see?

"Perchance now you have been, old chap,
   So long -- and far -- away.
The Guvnor's put the wine on tap,
   And killed the calf to-day?"

The Prodigal laughed a weary laugh
   Whilst sadly answered he:
"Dad didn't kill no fatted calf,
   But d---d near slaughtered me!"

First published in The Bulletin, 20 November 1897;
and later in
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant: from "The Bulletin" 1891-1903 with original illustrations by Breaker Morant, 1980.
Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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