| Old Sniff the mangy one eye dog that knocked around the loo
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| A digger’s dog was poor old sniff whom everybody knew
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| He didn’t always live down here but came from way out west
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| Where men are men and dogs are dogs both are the very best
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| At times the dogs would gather round, Sniffs stories listened to
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| Of droving days with traveling sheep round the Darling and Barcoo
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| A drafting contest once said Sniff was held out back of Bourke
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| Ten dogs took part in it with me and dogs who knew their work
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| As each dog rounded up his sheep, he drove them in the pen
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| He closed the gates put in the peg, the peg fell out again
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| The peg you see was far too small for hole drilled in the post
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| Though I went last I won the day don’t think I want to boast
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| But the way crowd stood up and cheered I still remember well
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| As I dipped the peg in water and I made the darn thing swell
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| Oh the city dogs all looked with awe and they were all agog
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| To hear of daring deeds like these from a simple country dog
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| Now once with sheep in a mulga scrub said Sniff here’s one that’s true
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| A ram got lost from out the mob, the boss kicked up a blue
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| He said «Hey Sniff go find him boy», when I returned that night
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| It was on the old rams back I rode with glow worms for a light
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| Then Sniff he took a look around, winking his old blind eye
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| As a big Alsatian said «Aint things getting dry»
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| Old Sniff he looked him over, said «dry you’re telling me»
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| «Oh its way out west where sandflies breed that’s where you ought to be»
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| Then he made their blood all curdle and he looked from left to right
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| When he told the mob about a fight he had in an outback pub one night
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| Said Sniff «the dogs all fell on me, I thought I’d soon be dead»
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| But I crept out of that scramble with camp oven on my head
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| Old Sniff he took a look at them, his chest swelled out with pride
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| As he spoke of great grandad and how poor grandad died
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| Oh they built a statue to him; |
| don’t think I told a lie
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| And I’ll tell you where you’ll find it, nine miles from Gundagai
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| Old sniff the mangy one eye dog that knocked around the loo
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| A digger’s dog was poor old sniff whom everybody knew
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| He didn’t always live down here but came from way out west
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| Where men are men and dogs are dogs both are the very best |