We see it each day in the paper,
And know that there's mischief in store;
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Long ago the Gladiators,
When the call to combat came,
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The long day passes with its load of sorrow:
In slumber deep
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Australia takes her pen in hand
To write a line to you,
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The railway rattled and roared and swung
With jolting and bumping trucks.
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Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
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On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
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When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon
The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctial rain,
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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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Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three,
It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big.
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You see, the thing was this way -- there was me,
That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare,
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He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide,
He was just a wand'ring mongrel from the weary world outside;
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Bring me a quart of colonial beer
And some doughy damper to make good cheer,
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Beneath the blue Egyptian skies,
With ramp and roller, guide and stay,
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Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this
With its chances for work - and enjoyment
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Into her presence he gaily pranced,
A very fat spark, and a bit advanced.
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I bought a run a while ago,
On country rough and ridgy,
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We read in the press that Lord Northcote is here
To take up Lord Tennyson's mission.
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Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song,
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
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There is a waving of grass in the breeze
And a song in the air,
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Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft,
Not for the people's praise;
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Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
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I thought, in the days of the droving,
Of steps I might hope to retrace,
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The sun strikes down with a blinding glare;
The skies are blue and the plains are wide,
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Ambition
I am the maid of the lustrous eyes
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Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in,
Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their kin,
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West of Dubbo the west begins
The land of leisure and hope and trust,
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It was while we held our races —
Hurdles, sprints and steplechases —
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On Western plains, where shade is not,
'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue,
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OUT in the wastes of the West countrie,
Out where the white stars shine,
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