Sunday February 20
About 5 miles from Gundagai we met the dog on the tuckerbox
The oldest poem about Bill and his dog goes like this:
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As I was coming down Conroy's Gap,
I heard a maiden cry:
'There goes Bill the Bullocky,
He's bound for Gundsagai.
A better poor old - Never earned an honest crust,
A better poor old - Never drug a whip through dust.'
His team got bogged at the Five Mile Creek,
Bill lashed and swore and cried:
'If Nobby don't get me out of this,
I'll tattoo his - hide.'
But Nobby strained and broke the yoke
And poked out the leader's eye:
Then the dog s(h)at on the Tucker Box
Five Miles from Gundagai.
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Among the tourists at the Dog on the Tuckerbox there was also someone
with a cattle dog - a descendant of the Dog on the Tuckerbox maybe???