Poem by Andrew Barton Paterson

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The Editor wrote his political screed 
In ink that was fainter and fainter; 
He rose to the call of his country’s need, 
And in spiderish characters wrote with speed, 
A column on ”Cutting the Painter”. 
The ”reader” sat in his high-backed chair, 
For literals he was a hunter; 
But he stared aghast at the column long 
Of the editorial hot and strong, 
For the comp. inspired by some sense of wrong 
Had headed it ”Gutting the Punter”.

1. A Grain of Desert Sand
2. That Half-Crown Sweep
3. Under the Shadow of Kiley’s Hill
4. White Cockatoos
5. The Geebung Polo Club

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