The last few verses of "The Bastard From The Bush" allegedly by Banjo Patterson (OZ Poet)
"YOU- LOW- POLLUTED- BASTARD" Snarled the Captain of The Push.
"Get back to where your sort belongs - that's somewhere in the bush.
And I hope heaps of misfortune soon tumbles down on you!
May some lousy harlot dose you 'till your bollocks turn sky blue!
May the pains of windy spasms through your heaving bowels dart,
May you shit your bloody trousers each time you try to fart
May to take a swig of gin's piss , mistaking it for beer,
May the next Push you impose on heave you out upon your ear!
May itching piles torment you, may corns grow on your feet.
May crabs as big as spiders attack your balls a treat.
And when you're down and outed to a hopeless f**king wreck;
May you slip back through your arsehole and break your f**king neck!"
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