A Bush Christening

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
	And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
	One Michael Magee had a shanty.

Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad,
	Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
	For the youngster had never been christened,

And his wife used to cry, "If the darlin' should die
	Saint Peter would not recognise him."