Mulga had won his spurs in an age when the scrub-dasher was still the most important man in the south-western cattle country.

Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morne / Upon her wings presents the god unshorne. / See how Aurora throwes her faire / Fresh-quilted colours through the aire; / Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see / The dew bespangling herbe and tree.

They also believe that Jesus isn't a Jew. Totally unBiblical. / No, that's the Nazis. The KKK'ers believe Jesus started out a Jew-boy, but overcame it. They don't like pictures of swarthy Jesi with Leventine noses, though.

[…] a well wayed horse will safely convay thee to thy journeys end, when an unbackt Filly may by chance give thee a fall: