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That cause can never be lost nor stayed
Which takes the course of what God has made;
Is she not lovely! Oh! when, long ago,
My own dead mother gazed upon my face,
I've shore at Burrabogie, and I've shore at Toganmain,
I've shore at big Willandra and upon the old Coleraine,
Gather quickly
Out of darkness
While with fond rapture and amaze
On thy transcendent charms I gaze,
The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er;
Our horses we will mount and ride away,
Lonely and sadly one night in November
I laid down my weary head in search of repose
I was not he--the man
Who used to pilgrim to your gate,
My name is Ben Hall from Urunga I came,
The cause of my turn out you all know the same;
The best o' joys maun hae an end,
The best o' friends maun part, I trow;
From the man whom I love, though my heart I disguise,
I will freely describe the wretch I despise;
Now I'm getting broken mouthed,
My shearing's at an end,
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay;
The stars are spinning their threads,
And the clouds are the dust that flies,
Accept this building, gracious Lord,
No temple though it be;
Les yeux baissés, rougissante et candide,
Begone, vile rum, I prithee begone from me,
Begone, vile rum, thou and I shall never agree,
Come all ye bondmen far and near,
Let's put a song in massa's ear,
Dark over the face of Nature sublime Reign'd tyranny, warfare, and every crime;
Am I the only child awake
Beneath thy midnight beams?
The sun is rising dimly red,
The wind is wailing low and dread;
En ce temps là dans chaqu' famille,
On blanchissait de mère en fille
Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye young men bold and strong.
Bad verse at times I write, I know;
I'm read but little luckily;
WHAT pulls at my heart so?
What tells me to roam?
Come! all ye lads of loyalty,
and listen to my tale;
Let Romanists all at Confessional kneel,
Let the Jew with disgust turn from it,
There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like Thee;
At River Bend, in New South Wales,
All alone among the whales,
On every tree, in every plain,
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