Ah, you can talk about your sheepdogs,
said the man from Allens Creek,
but I know a dog that simply knocked them bandy.
Do whatever you would show him and you'd hardly need to speak.
Owned by Daly,
Drover Cove in Jackendandy.
We was talking in the parlour,
me and Daly,
quiet like,
when a blowfly starts a-buzzin' round the ceiling.
Up gets Daly and he says to me,
you wait a minute,
Mike,
and I'll show you what a doggy is a-dealin'.
And an empty pickle bottle was a-standin' on the shelf.
Daly takes it down and puts it on the table.
And he bets me drinks that blinded dog would do it by himself.
And I didn't think as how as he was able.
Well,
he shows the dog the bottle and he points up to the fly
and he shuts the door and says
to him,
now waddle.
And in less than fifteen seconds, spare me days,
it ain't a lie,
that there dog had
got that insect in the bottle.