When Flo resolved to go to town from brothers three a yell went up, <br />Predicting ruin and distress. Bill in his horror dropped a cup. <br />“Gorstruth!” he said, “in Sydney there what is a simple girl to do? <br />They took me down. I lost me watch and seven quid. What ‘ope for you?” <br /> <br />Ben turned on her in pale dismay. “Look here, me girl, ain’t you bin told <br />How one iv them there spieler blokes done me for twenty pound in gold? <br />He was as nice a gentleman as any in the blessed shops: <br />He got away with all I had, and took a luner at the cops.” <br /> <br />“Me, too,” said Dave, “that time I went to Sydney town to see the Show <br />One trimmed me for me bran’ new suit. You stay where we can watch you, Flo.” <br />Flo packed. “If spieler comes at me his finish will be sharp,” she said; <br />And when the boys next heard of her she’d got a bloke, and then was wed. <br /> <br />She wrote: “He’s rather nice, I think, and I am putting him to work. <br />Next Chrissmiss we are comin’ up to see yous people back o’ Bourke.” <br />And when he came he brought for Bill a silver watch and seven quid, <br />For Dave a bran’ new suit of check, a ruby tie-pin and a lid. <br /> <br />To Ben he handed twenty pounds, in nice new minted sovereigns, too. <br />And still the brothers gaped at him, and still their great amazement grew. <br />He was a natty kind of chap, with gentle manners, small and slim. <br />And when they spoke ‘twas as one man. “So ‘elp me cat,” they said, “it’s ‘im!”<br /><br />Edward George Dyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/simple-sister-goes-to-sydney/
