Just south of Terrabaginarf, |
And north of Upson Downs, |
The bush is mostly lifeless, |
Except for two small towns. |
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Now Wilgama and Bilgen, |
Lie nestled in the hills, |
And every year they'd have a match, |
To test their football skills. |
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The game was rugby league of course, |
A man's game through and through, |
They really had no choice, |
It was the only game they knew. |
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A wager rested on the game, |
Whichever team got beat, |
Had to go out to the winners' farms, |
And help them harvest wheat. |
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Bill Johnson owned the football, |
The only one in town, |
But it somehow got a puncture, |
And it kept on going done. |
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He said "I'll make another
one." |
His mates just stood and laughed, |
"But you haven't got a
pigskin!", |
"So, I'll have to use a calf." |
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Bess the jersey house cow, |
Had just produced a daughter, |
And for the sake of sporting ties, |
Bill took it to the slaughter. |
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She saw her daughter murdered, |
And she made a quiet vow, |
That some day soon she'd seek revenge, |
From people who killed cows. |
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Next day the rugby game was held, |
The crowd was just immense, |
(There were two girls on the sideline, |
And a bloke up near the fence.) |
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At first Bilgen was winning, |
Then Wilgama kicked a gaol, |
And Bilgen's left wing broke his leg, |
When he fell down a hole. |
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With one man short they lacked defence, |
Wilgama surged ahead, |
At half time the score was even, |
In the second half, they led. |
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Bilgen managed to fight back, |
With minutes left to play, |
Wilgama led with fourteen points, |
And Bilgen two away. |
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When Bess arrived a minute |
Was left in the second half, |
She charged the scrum and grabbed |
The ball that used to be her calf. |
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She raced on up the field of play, |
The game approached full time, |
Wilgama fellas tackled her, |
Just as she crossed the line. |
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And Bilgen yelled, "She's our
reserve! |
Replacing number two," |
The referee allowed the try, |
Just as the siren blew. |
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So Bilgen were victorious, |
The sight had to be seen, |
Bess was carried off the field, |
On the shoulders of the team. |
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Though cows are banned from football, |
She's remembered to this day, |
And that's why players everywhere, |
Wear 'Jerseys' when they play. |