{"id":18303,"date":"1911-10-21T23:29:36","date_gmt":"1911-10-21T12:29:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twitter-259191736134410240-post"},"modified":"2019-04-17T22:55:55","modified_gmt":"2019-04-17T22:55:55","slug":"cjbrogden-apparently-it-is-a-quote-from-something","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yewenyi.net\/wp\/old\/?p=18303","title":{"rendered":"How McDougal Topped The Score"},"content":{"rendered":"

The husband of my first cousin, three times removed, Sarah Ann Christie<\/a>, was one Thomas Edward Spencer O’Brien better known as Thomas Edward Spencer<\/a>. He wrote this very famous ditty.<\/p>\n

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A peaceful spot is Pipers Flat.<\/p>\n

The fold that live around<\/p>\n

They keep themselves by keeping sheep and turning up the ground<\/p>\n

\u2028But the climate is erratic and the consequences are\n<\/p>\n

The struggle with the elements is everlasting war<\/p>\n

We plough and sow and harrow, then sit and pray for rain<\/p>\n

\u2028And then we all get flooded out and have to start again\n<\/p>\n

But the folk are now rejoicing as they ne’er rejoiced before<\/p>\n

\u2028For we’ve played Molongo at cricket and McDougal topped the score\n<\/p>\n

Molongo had a head on it and challenged us to play<\/p>\n

A single innings match for lunch, the losing team to pay<\/p>\n

We were not great guns at cricket, but we couldn’t well say no<\/p>\n

So we all began to practice and we let the reaping go<\/p>\n

We scoured the Flat for ten miles round to muster up our men<\/p>\n

But when the list was totaled we could only number ten<\/p>\n

\u2028Then up spoke big Tim Brady, he was always slow to speak\n<\/p>\n

\u2028And he said, “What price McDougal who lives down at Coopers Creek?”\n<\/p>\n

So we sent for old McDougal and he stated in reply<\/p>\n

That he’d never played at cricket, but he’d half a mind to try<\/p>\n

He couldn’t come to practice – he was getting in his hay<\/p>\n

\u2028But he guessed he’d show the beggars from Molongo how to play\n<\/p>\n

Now, McDougal was a Scotchman, and a canny one at that<\/p>\n

\u2028So he started in to practice with a paling for a bat\n<\/p>\n

He got Mrs Mac to bowl to him, but she couldn’t run at all<\/p>\n

So he trained his sheep dog Pincher how to scout and fetch the ball<\/p>\n

Now, Pincher was no puppy, he was old and worn and grey<\/p>\n

\u2028But he understood McDougal, and – accustomed to obey\n<\/p>\n

When McDougal cried out “Fetch it!” he would fetch it in a trice<\/p>\n

But, until the word was “Drop it!” he would grip it like a vice<\/p>\n

And each succeeding night they played until the light grew dim<\/p>\n

Sometimes McDougal struck the ball – sometimes the ball struck him<\/p>\n

Each time he struck the ball would plough a furrow in the ground<\/p>\n

And when he missed the impetus would turn him three times round<\/p>\n

The fatal day at last arrived – the day that was to see<\/p>\n

Molongo bite the dust or Pipers Flat knocked up a tree<\/p>\n

\u2028Molongo’s captain won the toss and sent his men to bat\n<\/p>\n

And they gave some leather hunting to the men of Pipers Flat<\/p>\n

When the ball sped where McDougal stood, firm planted in his track<\/p>\n

He shut his eyes and turned him round and stopped it with his back!<\/p>\n

The highest score was twenty two, the total sixty six<\/p>\n

When Brady sent a Yorker down that scattered Johnson’s sticks<\/p>\n

The Pipers Flat went in to bat, for glory and renown<\/p>\n

But, like the grass before the scythe, our wickets tumbled down<\/p>\n

\u2028Nine wickets down for seventeen with fifty more to win\n<\/p>\n

Our captain heaved a sigh, and sent McDougal in\u2028”Ten pounds to one you’ll lose it!” cried a barracker from the town\n<\/p>\n

But McDougal said, “I’ll take it mon!” and planted the money down<\/p>\n

Then he girded up his moleskins in a self reliant style<\/p>\n

Threw off his hat and boots and faced the bowler with a smile<\/p>\n

He held the bat the wrong side out and Johnson with a grin<\/p>\n

\u2028Stepped lightly to the bowling crease and sent a “wobbler” in \u2028McDougal spponed it softly back and Johnson waited there\n<\/p>\n

But McDougal crying “Fetch it!” started running like a hare<\/p>\n

Molongo shouted “Victory!” He’s out as sure as eggs<\/p>\n

\u2028When Pincher started throught the crowd and ran through Johnson’s legs\n<\/p>\n

He seized the ball like lightening then he ran behind a log<\/p>\n

\u2028And McDougal kept on running while Molongo chased the dog!\n<\/p>\n

They chased him up, they chased him down, they chased him round and then<\/p>\n

He darted through the slip-rail as the scorer shouted,<\/p>\n

“Ten!”\u2028McDougal puffed, Molongo swore, excitement was intense\n<\/p>\n

As the scorer marked down twenty,<\/p>\n

Pincher cleared a barbed wire fence\u2028”Let us head him!” shrieked Molongo, “Brain the mongrel with a bat!”\u2028”\n<\/p>\n

Run it out! Good old McDougal!” yelled the men from Pipers Flat<\/p>\n

And McDougal kept on jogging and then Pincher doubled back<\/p>\n

\u2028And the scorter counted “Forty” as they raced across the track
\nMcDougal’s legs were going fast, Molongo’s breath was gone\n<\/p>\n

But still Molongo chased the dog – McDougal struggled on<\/p>\n

\u2028When the scorer shouted “Fifty!”, then they knew the chase would cease\n<\/p>\n

\u2028And McDougal gasged out “Drop it!” as he dropped within his crease\n<\/p>\n

\u2028Then Pincher dropped the ball and as instinctively he knew\n<\/p>\n

Discretion was the wiser plan, he disappeared from view<\/p>\n

And as Molongo’s beaten men exhausted lay around<\/p>\n

We raised McDougal shoulder high and bore him from the ground<\/p>\n

We bore him to McGinnis’s where lunch was ready laid<\/p>\n

And filled him up with whisky punch for which Molongo paid<\/p>\n

We drank his health in bumpers and we cheered him three times three<\/p>\n

\u2028And when Molongo got its breath Molongo joined the spree\n<\/p>\n

\u2028And the critics say they never saw a cricket match like that\n<\/p>\n

\u2028When McDougal broke the record in the game at Pipers Flat\n<\/p>\n

And the folk are jubilating as they never did before<\/p>\n

\u2028For we played Molongo cricket and McDougal topped the score!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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