It was the time of the depression, and there was a swagman wandering around in outback NSW. One afternoon, he entered a small town and went to the house of the local Catholic priest. "Excuse me, Father, I’m a bit short on cash and I was wondering if I could do some work in exchange for a feed."
The priest agreed, and he gave the swagman work chopping wood, and doing other odd jobs, and then later they were both sitting at the kitchen table, the swagman eating and the priest reading. After a while, the swagman looked up from his plate and said, "Geez, Father, that must be a bloody good book you’re reading. You’re really getting into it."
"This is not just a good book, my son. This is the good book. This is the Bible."
"Yeah? I’ve heard of the Bible. What’s it about, then?"
"Well," the priest said, "it’s about lots of things. It’s about floods and pestilence. It’s about the Saviour. This story I’m reading now, for instance, is about a man called Samson. Samson of Jerusalem. The story goes that one day Samson was in the fields with his woman Delilah, grinding corn, when they were suddenly attacked by five thousand Philistines. Well, Samson picked up the jaw bone of an ass, called on almighty God, then slew three thousand of the Philistines and routed all the rest.’
The swagman was awestruck. He said, "Is that fair dinkum, Father?"
"Of course it is, my son. Everything in the Bible is true."
A few days later, the swagman was back on the track, and it was almost dark when he came across the camp of a couple of rabbit trappers. When they saw the swagman, one of them called out, "Come and sit by the fire, mate. Make yourself at home. Have some rabbit stew."
The swagman did so, and was eating a plate of stew when one of the rabbit hunters said, "So, what’s new, mate? Heard anything new lately?"
The swagman looked off into the distance. He said, "Ah, not too much has been going on. However, I did hear something the other day. About a bloke called Simpson. Simpson from Jerilderie. Seems he was out in the paddocks with his girlfriend Delicious, giving her a grind in the corn, when they got attacked by five thousand Filipino bastards. Anyway, this Simpson bloke picks up the arse bone of a cow, swears bloody Christ, kills three thousand of the Filipinos and roots all the rest. Yeah, turns out he was a bit of a p00fter."