William Thomas Goodge
Biography of 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 wrote a weekly piece for the Sydney Truth concerning the actions of an imaginery drinking group, the Gimcrack Club. During his lifetime he published only one collection of poems: Hits! Skits! and Jingles! in 1899. Norman Lindsay considered him one of Australia's best writers of light verse.
A prolific and highly respected writer, W.T. Goodge died suddenly in Sydney in 1909 aged forty seven.
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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 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."
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,
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 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 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!]
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.
Daley's Dorg 'Wattle'
"You can talk about yer sheep dorgs," said the man from Allan's Creek,
"But I know a dorg that simply knocked 'em bandy! -
Do whatever you would show him, and you'd hardly need to speak;
Owned by Daley, drover cove in Jackandandy.
"We was talkin' in the parlour, me and Daley, quiet like,
When a blow-fly starts a-buzzin' round the ceilin',
Up gets Daley, and he says to me, 'You wait a minute, Mike,
And I'll show you what a dorg he is at heelin'.'