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Gillian's dead God rest her bier	A
How I loved her many years syne	B
Marion's married but I sit here	A
Alive and merry at three score year	C
Dipping my nose in Gascoigne wine	B
Wamba's Song Thackeray	D
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A mellower light doth Sol afford	E
His meridian glare has pass'd	F
And the trees on the broad and sloping sward	E
Their length'ning shadows cast	F
Time flies The current will be no joke	G
If swollen by recent rain	B
To cross in the dark so I'll have a smoke	G
And then I'll be off again	B
	-
What's up old horse Your ears you prick	H
And your eager eyeballs glisten	B
'Tis the wild dog's note in the tea tree thick	H
By the river to which you listen	B
With head erect and tail flung out	I
For a gallop you seem to beg	J
But I feel the qualm of a chilling doubt	I
As I glance at your fav'rite leg	J
	-
Let the dingo rest 'tis all for the best	K
In this world there's room enough	L
For him and you and me and the rest	K
And the country is awful rough	L
We've had our gallop in days of yore	M
Now down the hill we must run	B
Yet at times we long for one gallop more	M
Although it were only one	B
	-
Did our spirits quail at a new four rail	N
Could a double double bank us	O
Ere nerve and sinew began to fail	N
In the consulship of Plancus	O
When our blood ran rapidly and when	B
Our bones were pliant and limber	P
Could we stand a merry cross counter then	B
A slogging fall over timber	P
	-
Arcades ambo Duffers both	Q
In our best of days alas	O
I tell the truth though to tell it loth	R
'Tis time we were gone to grass	O
The young leaves shoot the sere leaves fall	S
And the old gives way to the new	B
While the preacher cries 'tis vanity all	S
And vexation of spirit too	B
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Now over my head the vapours curl	T
From the bowl of the soothing clay	U
In the misty forms that eddy and whirl	T
My thoughts are flitting away	U
Yes the preacher's right 'tis vanity all	S
But the sweeping rebuke he showers	O
On vanities all may heaviest fall	S
On vanities worse than ours	O
	-
We have no wish to exaggerate	V
The worth of the sports we prize	O
Some toil for their Church and some for their State	V
And some for their merchandise	O
Some traffic and trade in the city's mart	W
Some travel by land and sea	O
Some follow science some cleave to art	W
And some to scandal and tea	O
	-
And some for their country and their queen	B
Would fight if the chance they had	X
Good sooth 'twere a sorry world I ween	B
If we all went galloping mad	X
Yet if once we efface the joys of the chase	O
From the land and outroot the Stud	Y
Good bye to the anglo saxon race	O
Farewell to the norman blood	Y
	-
Where the burn runs down to the uplands brown	B
From the heights of the snow clad range	Z
What anodyne drawn from the stifling town	B
Can be reckon'd a fair exchange	Z
For the stalker's stride on the mountain side	A2
In the bracing northern weather	P
To the slopes where couch in their antler'd pride	A2
The deer on the perfum'd heather	P
	-
Oh the vigour with which the air is rife	B2
The spirit of joyous motion	B
The fever the fulness of animal life	B2
Can be drain'd from no earthly potion	B
The lungs with the living gas grow light	C2
And the limbs feel the strength of ten	B
While the chest expands with its madd'ning might	C2
God's glorious oxygen	B
	-
Thus the measur'd stroke on elastic sward	E
Of the steed three parts extended	Y
Hard held the breath of his nostrils broad	D2
With the golden ether blended	Y
Then the leap the rise from the springy turf	E2
The rush through the buoyant air	F2
And the light shock landing the veriest serf	E2
Is an emperor then and there	F2
	-
Such scenes sensation and sound and sight	C2
To some undiscover'd shore	M
On the current of Time's remorseless flight	C2
Have they swept to return no more	M
While like phantoms bright of the fever'd night	C2
That have vex'd our slumbers of yore	M
You follow us still in your ghostly might	C2
Dead days that have gone before	M
	-
Vain dreams again and again re told	G2
Must you crowd on the weary brain	B
Till the fingers are cold that entwin'd of old	G2
Round foil and trigger and rein	B
Till stay'd for aye are the roving feet	H2
Till the restless hands are quiet	I2
Till the stubborn heart has forgotten to beat	H2
Till the hot blood has ceas'd to riot	I2
	-
In Exeter Hall the saint may chide	A2
The sinner may scoff outright	C2
The Bacchanal steep'd in the flagon's tide	A2
Or the sensual Sybarite	A2
But Nolan's name will flourish in fame	J2
When our galloping days are past	A2
When we go to the place from whence we came	J2
Perchance to find rest at last	A2
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Thy riddles grow dark oh drifting cloud	A2
And thy misty shapes grow drear	M
Thou hang'st in the air like a shadowy shroud	A2
But I am of lighter cheer	M
Though our future lot is a sable blot	A2
Though the wise ones of earth will blame us	O
Though our saddles will rot and our rides be forgot	A2
Dum Vivimus Vivamus	O

Adam Lindsay Gordon

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