But I pulled up at the Shingle Hut, a little wayside pub; Tired of mutton and damper, I wanted some decent grub, The barmaid was a buxom lass, I thought her very nice – You wouldn’t think, to look at her, but her heart was made of ice. Warren Fahey

BDSB BAND 020

Henry Lawson

1867-1922

But ‘Baby,’ the barmaid, her evidence gave—
A poor, timid darling who tried to be brave—
‘Now, don’t be afraid—if it’s frightened ye be—
‘Speak out, my good girl,’ said O’Hara, J.P.
Her hair was so golden, her eyes were so blue,
Her face was so fair and her words seemed so true—
So green in the ways of sweet women was he
That she jolted the heart of O’Hara, J P.
He turned to the other grave Justice of Peace,
And whispered, ‘You can’t always trust the police;
‘I’ll visit the premises during the day,
‘And see for myself,’ said O’Hara, Jay Pay.
(Case postponed.)

WARREN FAHEY

http://www.warrenfahey.com/drink-lambing.htm

FOTO – JACQUI AT BILAMBIL 2007

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