Ah, if man could only wash his life, if he only could,
Panning off the evil deeds, keeping but the good
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There’s a nice little hatpeg that hangs on the wall
That long from its owner has parted,
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No more would she madden her lovers, demurely,
with womanish guile
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Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it,
Thousands of voices all blent into one:
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Dozens of damp little curls;
One little short upper lip;
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Long time beside the squatter's gate
A great grey Box-Tree, early, late,
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Why doth he seek to go?
Do I not love him.”
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Brookong station lay half-asleep
Dozed in the waning western glare
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What made the porter stare so hard? what made the porter stare
And eye the tall young woman and the bundle that she bare?
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There's a fellow on the station
(He dropped in on a call,
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A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,
And a message: ‘Come out to the back of the run—
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There came a lonely Briton to the town,
A solitary Briton with a mission,
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Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn,
When the sleepy songsters prune
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Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,
Clink of hobble and brazen bell;
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The rum was rich and rare,
There were wagers in the air,
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'Tis a song of the Never Never land—
Set to the tune of a scorching gale
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KELLY the Ranger half opened an eye
To wink at the Army passing by,
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Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies,
Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys
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YOU say we bushmen cannot love—
Our lives are too prosaic: hence
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She was born in the season of fire,
When a mantle of murkiness lay
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Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly—
The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky:
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Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed,
The evening cowslips ope’d
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I Love the ancient boundary-fence,
That mouldering chock-and-log.
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Yes, there it hangs upon the wall
And never gives a sound,
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Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest,
And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving toward the west
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With her raven curls and her saucy smile,
Brown eyes that glow with a changeful light
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A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out
Around the hut of Culgo Jim:
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Jack never thanked the donor of this excellent advice,
As the glass fell through his fingers with a crash.
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The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight, Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,
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The snow lies deep on hill and dale,
In rocky gulch and grassy vale,
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