The country girl

She’s a true country girl, born and bred,
Good with horses, though not too well-read.
She can work like a man,
Has an arms-and-legs tan,
With a well-formed hind-quarters and and head.

On the night of the day she was wed,
When her new husband took her to bed,
She performed there so well,
It was easy to tell
She’d long given her all, in the shed.

Damper

When you’re droving, you need a good cook,
One at whom it’s no hardship to look.
The hotter, the damper,
The happier camper,
Exploring each cranny and nook.

Bucolic

He’s a gentleman, my brother, Bert,
Though of course he’s a bit of a flirt:
He’s had girls on the floor,
Up against the church door,
In the paddocks, but not in the dirt.