... s'pose. Don't remember too much about it meself. All I knows was I wakes up in the mornin' with a head like a sandstorm, no piastres left, and me chest as sore as hell wid this pretty picture on it—me, a bloomin' Aussie born and bred with the 'b—— 'art gorn Care-o chuum' badge on me manly chest—them wee lads whose mummies didn't know they was out. I tell yer I wasn't sweet the rest er that day. Bill, me cobber, 'e comes an' tells ... — The Tale of a Trooper • Clutha N. Mackenzie
... more to say. An' Syd went—West: Into the sunset with ole Aussie's best. But no one ever 'eard no groans from Dad. Though all 'is pride an' 'ope was in that lad 'E showed no sign excep' to grow more grim. 'Is son was gone—an' ... — Digger Smith • C. J. Dennis
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