Okay, we had a question a while ago about Greyfriar's Bobby, the Scotty dog who loved his owner so much that he stayed by his owner's grave for most of his life until he died...
There's a similar story from Australia like that- something like a drover's dog stays waiting for his master to come back, but his master never does, and the dog dies- or is the master dead, and the dog dies waiting on his grave for him?
If anyone has the details of the story to help refresh my memory, I'd be truly grateful x.
2006-08-20
05:45:16
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Well Summer, feel free to wait for the response, but I'm afraid it's going to be a long lonely ride... usually if there's no answer within the first five or ten minutes, it's likely there'll be no-one answering at all.
It wasn't a film as far as I can tell though, I think it's just a story, almost a legend in Australia now... that's it! I should be asking this on the Australian YA- now, how would I do that?
2006-08-20
05:59:00 ·
update #1
Good attempt Killer Clown... that might be it...
2006-08-20
05:59:42 ·
update #2
Expound and elucidate, o Dave! More details please...
2006-08-20
06:11:28 ·
update #3
Well, I tried posting this on the 'Australian' site, then routed back to the UK one, and found the new posting there as well... but it did yield a result, someone passed me the following link: http://www.pcug.org.au/~stmcdona/tuckrbo...
There you will be able to find a poem by Jack Moses (I think) called 'Nine Miles from Gundagai, which must be the story I've been thinking of.
2006-08-21
05:12:16 ·
update #4
Yah! I just checked the link and it wasn't working... this is more difficult than it should be...
2006-08-21
05:13:02 ·
update #5
Okay, I'm going to post the poem itself, as that link is clearly useless:
'Nine Miles from Gundagai' by Jack Moses
I've done my share of shearing sheep,
Of droving and all that;
And bogged a bullock team as well,
On a Murrumbidgee flat.
I've seen the bullock stretch and strain
And blink his bleary eye,
And the dog sit on the tuckerbox
Nine miles from Gundagai.
I've been jilted, jarred and crossed in love,
And sand-bagged in the dark,
Till if a mountain fell on me,
I'd treat it as a lark.
It's when you've got your bullocks bogged,
That's the time you flog and cry,
And the dog sits on the tuckerbox
Nine miles from Gundagai.
We've all got our little troubles,
In life's hard, thorny way.
Some strike them in a motor car
And others in a dray.
But when your dog and bullocks strike,
It ain't no apple pie,
And the dog sat on the tuckerbox
Nine miles from Gundagai.
(I have to post the last line in another box, wait for it ;)
2006-08-21
05:17:17 ·
update #6
But that's all past and dead and gone,
And I've sold the team for meat,
And perhaps, some day where I was bogged,
There'll be an asphalt street,
The dog, ah! well he got a bait,
And thought he'd like to die,
So I buried him in the tuckerbox,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
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Yeah, apparently the dogs were trained to sit on the tuckerbox to guard their masters' food whilst the men were working...
2006-08-21
05:18:43 ·
update #7