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[sid] => 12871
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Mary and McFee
[time] => 2003-02-18 10:40:00
[hometext] => A poem written about the Australian Outback.
[bodytext] => The outback ain't the outback
Without Mary and McFee, Boy, the tales I could tell Date back to 1923 'Twas just another muster In the dry and dusty north With nine hundred 'n' twenty cattle- The ordinary sort. We was all fully mounted And I had my horse, Old Jack. We even had the beer fridge stocked, For when we all came back. Now of Mary, I had heard, A great many tales of she, Yet I hadn't yet been told That her mount was thee McFee. McFee was quite the good 'ol sort, The type that serves you well, He was nimble on his toes And the loyallist of hell. Mary, on the other hand, Was as rude as rude could be. She was not the average sheila. No! No sheila rode like she. We was all mounted for the muster Yet from Mary, we'd not heard. She was meant to be a-coming Though a mustering woman was absurd! A good twenty cattlemen Was mounted by the yard And when the signal given About the cattle they could charge. We had the best of men From as north as north can be And every single one of them Knew of Mary and McFee. We finally reached the cattle And was ready to bring 'em home When a bull broke loose and charged away But he was not alone. A good many cows followed him And all went to the sticks We tried to follow after them But we were not that quick. When upon the horizon appeared a shape 'Twas Mary and McFee After the cattle they did charge And what a show to see. Through the scrub they chased the bull, To bring him to the pack The bull went left- Mary too And jumped upon his back McFee followed the bucking bull, Instinctively he went And through his nose, Mary shoved Some metal she had bent. She jumped back on her mount, Panting was McFee And with the bull in toe She trotted up to me 'Twas first time I had seen her and if memory serves me well, I took one look at her And "An Asian!" I did yell. An Asian in the outback? Were they not all city folk? And to this day, I feel that slap, My jaw it nearly broke! So this is what they're all about- Mary and McFee. Yet Mary's not the famous one Its her mount- the brown donkey! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 31 [informant] => CowgirlKid [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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