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This poem was first published by the North-Eastern Advertiser on Tuesday, 22 June 1915. The author is ‘Trebla’. A Horse’s Lament By ‘Trebla’ It fairly makes me laugh, to bear them quote the price of chaff; Sure, there’s going to be a famine in Tasmania; For, by Jove! its rather rough, how they raise the […]

This poem was first published by the North-Eastern Advertiser on Tuesday, 22 June 1915. The author is ‘Trebla’.

A Horse’s Lament

By ‘Trebla’

It fairly makes me laugh, to bear them quote the price of chaff;
Sure, there’s going to be a famine in Tasmania;
For, by Jove! its rather rough, how they raise the price of stuff,
But with the merchants here it seems a mania.

Let the price be what it will, I will always have my fill,
For the boss on hand will always give me plenty.
Let the price be what it may, I will have good chaff or hay,
And the Boss will see my manger’s never empty.

May the gods above protect me, as the Boss be may neglect me,
For the chaff I hear is now ten pounds a ton;
And my stomach like my manger, to the chaff is quite a stranger.
And my race upon this earth is nearly run.

For I don’t seem now to prance — though I often have the chance —
For my spirit like my life has nearly left me.
In the paddock now at night I must look a sorry plight.
And my senses, too, have very nearly left me.

My Boss oft said in mirth: “You’re the dearest horse on earth,
And all the money in this town could never buy you.”
But how human nature flinches, when poverty it pinches —
The time when true and honest friends stand by you.

Chaff is thirteen pounds a ton, — my lease of life has run, —
The Boss has sold me to an utter stranger.
Ye Gods! how I would laugh for just one good feed of chaff,
Or enough to nearly fill my empty manger.

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But I work with shoulders raw; I am fed on oaten straw,
And I feel my poor old frame is fastly sinking.
Good bye, my poor old Boss, may you never feel my loss,
For I am going where there is no food for thinking.

 

A Horse’s Lament. North-Eastern Advertiser (Scottsdale, Tas. : 1909 – 1954), Tue 22 Jun 1915, page 2. Retrieved 27 May 2020, from https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/151279784.

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Poet’s Corner is a quaint and quirky section of The Tasmanian Times. It has been designed to offer a haven to those who relish and immerse themselves in the sheer joy and pleasure emanating from English verse. Our idea is to share poems published in Tasmania during the early years of British arrival.

We would also like you to share your poetry with us. Submissions can be sent to arts@tasmaniantimes.com. Please see www.tasmaniantimes.com/contact for general submission guidelines.

Source: Tasmanian Times https://tasmaniantimes.com/2020/06/poets-corner-a-horses-lament/#utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=poets-corner-a-horses-lament

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