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The Forlorn Shepherd's Complaint.[1]- An Unpublished Poem, From Sydney.

By Thomas Hood

Topics: classic

"Vell! Here I am - no Matter how it suits     A-keeping Company vith them dumb Brutes;     Old Park vos no bad Judge - confound his vig!     Of vot vood break the Sperrit of a Prig!     "The Like of Me, to come to New Sow Wales     To go a-tagging arter Vethers' Tails     And valk in Herbage as delights the Flock,     But stinks of Sweet Herbs vorser nor the Dock!     "To go to set this solitary Job     To Von whose Vork vos alvay in a Mob!     It's out of all our Lines, for sure I am     Jack Shepherd even never kep a Lamb!     "I arn't ashamed to say I sit and veep     To think of Seven Year of keepin Sheep,     The spooniest Beast in Nater, all to Sticks,     And not a Votch to take for all their Ticks!     "If I'd fore-seed how Transports vould turn out     To only Baa! and Botanize about,     I'd quite as leaf have had the t'other Pull,     And come to Cotton, as to all this Vool!     "Von only happy moment I have had     Since here I come to be a Farmer's Cad,     And then I cotch'd a vild Beast in a Snooze,     And pick'd her pouch of three young Kangaroos!     "Vot chance haye I to go to Race or Mill?     Or show a sneaking Kindness for a Till;     And as for Vashings, on a hedge to dry,     I'd put the Natives' Linen in my Eye!     "If this whole Lot of Mutton I could scrag,     And find a Fence to turn it into Swag,     I'd give it all in London Streets to stand,     And if I had my pick, I'd say the Strand!     "But ven I goes, as maybe vonce I shall,     To my old Crib to meet with Jack, and Sal,     I've been so gallows honest in this Place,     I shan't not like to show my sheepish Face.     "It's wery hard for nothing but a Box     Of Irish Blackguard to be keepin' Flocks,     'Mong naked Blacks, sich Savages to hus,     They've nayther got a Pocket nor a Pus.     "But folks may tell their Troubles till they're sick     To dumb brute Beasts, - and so I'll cut my Stick!     And vot's the Use a Feller's Eyes to pipe     Vere von can't borrow any Gemman's Vipe?"

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About Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood (1799–1845) was an English poet and humorist whose social protest poems "The Song of the Shirt" and "The Bridge of Sighs" drew attention to the plight of the poor. He was also a master of comic verse and wordplay.

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