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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The fight was over, and the battle won
A soldier, who beneath his chieftain’s eye
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YOU say we bushmen cannot love—
Our lives are too prosaic: hence
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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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The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight, Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,
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No more would she madden her lovers, demurely,
with womanish guile
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Why doth he seek to go?
Do I not love him.”
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With her raven curls and her saucy smile,
Brown eyes that glow with a changeful light
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The snow lies deep on hill and dale,
In rocky gulch and grassy vale,
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On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,
The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,
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Full a dozen red lips patter:
“Who is going to ride with who?”
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I've a kiss from a warmer lover
Than maiden earth can be:
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The rum was rich and rare,
There were wagers in the air,
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Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,
Clink of hobble and brazen bell;
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Brookong station lay half-asleep
Dozed in the waning western glare
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There came a lonely Briton to the town,
A solitary Briton with a mission,
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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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Out on the wastes of the Never Never -
That's where the dead men lie!
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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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There’s a nice little hatpeg that hangs on the wall
That long from its owner has parted,
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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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Then old Mother Brown got the horrors around her:
(I think it was pineapple-rum drove her daft)
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Now the squatters and the “cockies,”
Shearers, trainers and their jockeys
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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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There's a fellow on the station
(He dropped in on a call,
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A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out
Around the hut of Culgo Jim:
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Long time beside the squatter's gate
A great grey Box-Tree, early, late,
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She was born in the season of fire,
When a mantle of murkiness lay
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