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Lucky LUCKY. Australia all over can boast of a dog that's been lost in the bush or the city. He’s not very big he has only one eye, plus a wound in his side, it’s a pity. One ear is gone and one leg is missing, he used to belong to a truckie If you see him just call him I’m sure he will come, he’s a thin dog and answers to Lucky He hasn’t got teeth they got lost in a fight there’s no hair to give you hay fever. If somebody told you she loved that old dog, I am sure no one would believe her. He used to be black with long hair on his back and the smile on his face is a winner. But the fighting and brawling and howling at night seems to have made poor old Lucky look thinner. Now if you have a dog that who sleeps like a log and don’t wander and fight like a sinner, Just leave him lie peaceful and sleep through the day when he wakes up just give him his dinner. Because I trained Lucky to fight for his rights for his food, his bed and his women. He took on the town and was boss of the lot now he’s gone so I’ll start from beginning. I’ve wandered and searched through this great land of ours to find a replacement for Lucky. All the pups that I see are not up to his mark so I guess I’ll just stay out there looking. There’s one dog would suit you a old timer said, In the Pound, but, he’ll cost you a spinner, So I went to the Pound, there sat on the ground, My old Lucky was eating his dinner |
Additional Notes:
A spinner was slang for our old Australian pound Which also was called
a quid please scroll down
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