An All-right Railway Man

An All-right Railway Man
From the Sunday Times (Perth) 27 December 1903

I'm Weedon, the Central S.M.,
Whose straightness all smoogers condemn,
But Whilst in command
No " possum" I'll stand,
So bullswool, etcetera, to them.

With twenty years' graft to my name,
To Groperland golden I came,
And, I think I may boast,
From desert to coast
I've got a good grip of the game.

When from "rosters" and "bungs" I am free
For my fishing lines homeward I flee,
And hie me away
To Freshwater Bay
To capture Bill Bannister's tea.

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