Down the River

Henry Lawson, 1909

      I've done with joys an' misery,
             An' why should I repine?
      There's no one knows the past but me
             An' that ol' dog o' mine.
      We camp an' walk an' camp an' walk,
             An' find it fairly good;
      He can do anything but talk,
             An' he wouldn't if he could.

      We sits an' thinks beside the fire,
             With all the stars a-shine,
      An' no one knows our thoughts but me
             An' that there dog o' mine.
      We has our Johnny-cake an' "scrag,"
             An' finds 'em fairly good;
      He can do anything but talk,
             An' he wouldn't if he could.

      He gets a 'possum now an' then,
             I cooks it on the fire;
      He has his water, me my tea —
             What more could we desire?
      He gets a rabbit when he likes,
             We finds it pretty good;
      He can do anything but talk,
             An' he wouldn't if he could.

      I has me smoke, he has his rest,
             When sunset's gettin' dim;
      An' if I do get drunk at times,
             It's all the same to him.
      So long's he's got me swag to mind,
             He thinks that times is good;
      He can do anything but talk,
             An' he wouldn't if he could.

      He gets his tucker from the cook,
             For cook is good to him,
      An' when I sobers up a bit,
             He goes an' has a swim.
      He likes the rivers where I fish,
             An' all the world is good;
      He can do anything but talk,
             An' he wouldn't if he could.