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Over the sliprails
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Author: Lawson Henry
Year: 1900
He said: There was an old feller down the Murrumbidgee named Kelly. He was a bit gone here. One day Kelly was out lookin' for some sheep, when he got lost. It was gettin' dark. Bymeby there came an old crow in a tree overhead.
"Kelly, you're lo-o-ost! Kelly, you're lo-o-ost!" sez the crow.
"I know I am," sez Kelly.
"Fol-ler me, fol-ler me," sez the crow.
"Right y'are," sez Kelly, with a jerk of his arm. "Go ahead."
So the crow went on, and Kelly follered, an' bymeby he found he was on the right track.
Sometime after, Kelly was washin' sheep (this was when we useter wash the sheep instead of the wool). Kelly was standin' on the platform with a crutch in his hand landin' the sheep, when there came an old crow in the tree overhead.
"Kelly, I'm hun-gry! Kelly, I'm hun-ger-y!" sez the crow.
"All right," sez Kelly; "be up at the hut about dinner-time 'n' I'll sling you out something."
"Drown-a-sheep! Drown-a-sheep, Kel-ly," sez the crow.
"Blanked if I do," sez Kelly. "If I drown a sheep I'll have to pay for it, be-God!" "Then I won't find yer when yer lost agin," sez the crow.
"I'm damned if yer will," says Kelly. "I'll take blanky good care I won't get lost again, to be found by a gory ole crow."
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