William Thomas Goodge
William Thomas Goodge was born in London in 1862, the son of a Law Courts clerk. and arrived in Sydney in 1882 after working his passage aboard the ship 'The Cathay' as a steward. His first job on his arrival in Sydney was with one of Cobb & Co's properties - Windagee Station in Western New South Wales.
He roamed around outback New South Wales for twelve years before settling into life as a jounalist.He began to contribute verses to the Dubbo Express and later was offered a full-time job as a reporter and writer of verse for the Lithgow Mercury. For a time he was Editor of the Orange Leader while contributing to the now famous Bulletin. For the nine years prior to his death he ... more »
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William Thomas Goodge Poems
Ough''A Phonetic Fantasy
The baker-man was kneading dough And whistling softly, sweet and lough. Yet ever and anon he'd cough
A Snake Yarn
"You talk of snakes," said Jack the Rat, "But blow me, one hot summer, I seen a thing that knocked me flat - Fourteen foot long or more than that,
A Bad Break
The preacher quoted, and the cranks Among his congregation smiled, "How sharper than a serpent's thanks It is to have a toothless child."
The Great Australian Adjective
The sunburnt ---- stockman stood And, in a dismal ---- mood, Apostrophized his ---- cuddy; "The ---- nag's no ---- good,
Now Pat Ahearne, of Ingleburn Upon the Castlereagh, Was flush of cash and very "flash" As shearer-persons say.
'When I was a kiddy and away out-back,' Said the man with the salt-bush lingo. 'My dogs, two cattle-dogs, grey and black, They gets fair on to the blinded track
The Australian Slanguage
"Tis the everyday Australian Has a language of his own, Has a language, or a slanguage, Which can simply stand alone.
The Guile of Dad M'Ginnis
When M,Ginnis struck the mining camp at Jamberoora Creek His behaviour was appreciated highly; For, although he was a quiet man, in manner mild and meek, Not like ordinary swagmen with a monumental cheek,
King Whishey's father down in Hell, He rubbed his hands with glee, 'My son on earth is doing well, Extremely well,' said he;
Things is just the same as ever On the outer Never-Never, And you look to find the stock of liquor scanty, But we found things worse than ordin'ry,
Two Men and a Maid
Two little dudes from the George-street block, Up for a brief vacation! One little girl in a neat print frock, Maid of the Mulga Station!
A Matter of Knack
Jock M'Pherson was a person who was boastful in conversin', But respectable and ponderous and dignified withal! Con M'Carty was a party who was something of a smarty, And beside the big M'Pherson looked particularly small;
The M'Camley Mixture
Jack M'Camley, Lank and long, Ox-persuader, Billabong.
The Melodiuos Bullocky
'Tis of the Wild Colonial Boy [Come out of that saplin', Rat!] Brought up by honest parents [Now, Strawberry, what are yer at!] He robbed them lordly squatters and [Whoa Diamond! Dam yer hump!] And a terror to Horsetralia [Now then, Nugget, you mind that stump!]
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Ough''A Phonetic Fantasy
The baker-man was kneading dough
And whistling softly, sweet and lough.
Yet ever and anon he'd cough
As though his head were coming ough!
"My word!" said he," but this is rough:
This flour is simply awful stough!"
He punched and thumped it through and through,
As all good bakers dough!
" I'd sooner drive," said he " a plough
Than be a baker anyhough!"
Thus spake the baker kneading dough;
But don't let on I told you sough!