<h2> Those Names </h2>
<p>The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong,<br/>
After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along:<br/>
The 'ringer' that shore a hundred, as they never were shorn before,<br/>
And the novice who, toiling bravely, had tommy-hawked half a score,<br/>
The tarboy, the cook, and the slushy, the sweeper that swept the board,<br/>
The picker-up, and the penner, with the rest of the shearing horde.<br/>
There were men from the inland stations<br/>
where the skies like a furnace glow,<br/>
And men from the Snowy River, the land of the frozen snow;<br/>
There were swarthy Queensland drovers who reckoned all land by miles,<br/>
And farmers' sons from the Murray, where many a vineyard smiles.<br/>
They started at telling stories when they wearied of cards and games,<br/>
And to give these stories a flavour they threw in some local names,<br/>
And a man from the bleak Monaro, away on the tableland,<br/>
He fixed his eyes on the ceiling, and he started to play his hand.<br/>
<br/>
He told them of Adjintoothbong, where the pine-clad mountains freeze,<br/>
And the weight of the snow in summer breaks branches off the trees,<br/>
And, as he warmed to the business, he let them have it strong —<br/>
Nimitybelle, Conargo, Wheeo, Bongongolong;<br/>
He lingered over them fondly, because they recalled to mind<br/>
A thought of the old bush homestead, and the girl that he left behind.<br/>
Then the shearers all sat silent till a man in the corner rose;<br/>
Said he, 'I've travelled a-plenty but never heard names like those.<br/>
Out in the western districts, out on the Castlereagh<br/>
Most of the names are easy — short for a man to say.<br/>
<br/>
'You've heard of Mungrybambone and the Gundabluey pine,<br/>
Quobbotha, Girilambone, and Terramungamine,<br/>
Quambone, Eunonyhareenyha, Wee Waa, and Buntijo —'<br/>
But the rest of the shearers stopped him:<br/>
'For the sake of your jaw, go slow,<br/>
If you reckon those names are short ones out where such names prevail,<br/>
Just try and remember some long ones before you begin the tale.'<br/>
And the man from the western district, though never a word he said,<br/>
Just winked with his dexter eyelid, and then he retired to bed.<br/></p>
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