I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most,
I'll take my chance in open fight and die beside my post;
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There's nothing here sublime,
But just a roving rhyme,
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I’M travellin’ down the Castlereagh, and I’m a station hand,
I’m handy with the ropin’ pole, I’m handy with the brand,
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With never a sound of trumpet,
With never a flag displayed,
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This is the story of G.R.D.,
Who went on a mission across the sea
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The actor struts his little hour,
Between the limelight and the band;
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He came from "further out",
That land of fear and drought
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My horse had been lamed in the foot
In the rocks at the back of the run,
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Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
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The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot,
There's five-and-thirty shearers here a-shearing for the loot,
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Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
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Ambition
I am the maid of the lustrous eyes
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There's never a stone at the sleeper's head,
There's never a fence beside,
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You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace --
Not one in fifty has the nerve to ride a steeplechase.
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The widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow,
She told the lawyer man her tale in tones of deepest woe.
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Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey --
A man must cover with travelling sheep a six-mile stage a day;
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It was shearing time at the Myall Lake,
And then rose the sound through the livelong day
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The daylight is dying
Away in the west,
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This is the place where they all were bred;
Some of the rafters are standing still;
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They held a polo meeting at a little country town,
And all the local sportsmen came to win themselves renown.
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Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought;
But we're sick of prayers and Providence -- we're going to do without;
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The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land;
They wept like anything to see the hills on every hand;
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Of all the docks upon the blue
There was no dockyard, old or new,
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A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow
Or the plains are blackened and burnt and bare, where the false mirages go
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The boys had come back from the races
All silent and down on their luck;
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A man once read with mind surprised
Of the way that people were "hypnotised";
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In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold
The billows are ceaselessly combing,
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This was the way of it, don't you know --
Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep,
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'Tis strange that in a land so strong
So strong and bold in mighty youth,
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Why, oh why was Kater lifted
From the darkness, where he drifted
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