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Turn out boys What's up with our super to night	A
The man's mad Two hours to daybreak I'd swear	B
Stark mad why there isn't a glimmer of light	A
Take Bolingbroke Alec give Jack the young mare	B
Look sharp A large vessel lies jamm'd on the reef	C
And many on board still and some wash'd on shore	D
Ride straight with the news they may send some relief	C
From the township and we we can do little more	D
You Alec you know the near cuts you can cross	E
'The Sugarloaf' ford with a scramble I think	F
Don't spare the blood filly nor yet the black horse	G
Should the wind rise God help them the ship will soon sink	F
Old Peter's away down the paddock to drive	H
The nags to the stockyard as fast as he can	I
A life and death matter so lads look alive	H
Half dress'd in the dark to the stockyard we ran	I
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There was bridling with hurry and saddling with haste	J
Confusion and cursing for lack of a moon	K
Be quick with these buckles we've no time to waste	J
Mind the mare she can use her hind legs to some tune	K
Make sure of the crossing place strike the old track	L
They've fenced off the new one look out for the holes	M
On the wombat hills Down with the slip rails stand back	L
And ride boys the pair of you ride for your souls	M
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In the low branches heavily laden with dew	N
In the long grasses spoiling with deadwood that day	O
Where the blackwood the box and the bastard oak grew	N
Between the tall gum trees we gallop'd away	O
We crash'd through a brush fence we splash'd through a swamp	P
We steered for the north near The Eaglehawk's Nest	Q
We bore to the left just beyond The Red Camp	R
And round the black tea tree belt wheel'd to the west	Q
We cross'd a low range sickly scented with musk	S
From wattle tree blossom we skirted a marsh	T
Then the dawn faintly dappled with orange the dusk	S
And peal'd overhead the jay's laughter note harsh	T
And shot the first sunstreak behind us and soon	K
The dim dewy uplands were dreamy with light	A
And full on our left flash'd The Reedy Lagoon	K
And sharply The Sugarloaf rear'd on our right	A
A smothered curse broke through the bushman's brown beard	U
He turn'd in his saddle his brick colour'd cheek	V
Flush'd feebly with sundawn said Just what I fear'd	U
Last fortnight's late rainfall has flooded the creek	V
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Black Bolingbroke snorted and stood on the brink	F
One instant then deep in the dark sluggish swirl	W
Plunged headlong I saw the horse suddenly sink	F
Till round the man's armpits the waves seemed to curl	W
We follow'd one cold shock and deeper we sank	X
Than they did and twice tried the landing in vain	Y
The third struggle won it straight up the steep bank	X
We stagger'd then out on the skirts of the plain	Y
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The stockrider Alec at starting had got	Z
The lead and had kept it throughout 'twas his boast	A2
That through thickest of scrub he could steer like a shot	Z
And the black horse was counted the best on the coast	A2
The mare had been awkward enough in the dark	B2
She was eager and headstrong and barely half broke	C2
She had had me too close to a big stringy bark	B2
And had made a near thing of a crooked sheoak	B2
But now on the open lit up by the morn	D2
She flung the white foam flakes from nostril to neck	B2
And chased him I hatless with shirt sleeves all torn	D2
For he may ride ragged who rides from a wreck	B2
And faster and faster across the wide heath	E2
We rode till we raced Then I gave her her head	F2
And she stretching out with the bit in her teeth	E2
She caught him outpaced him and passed him and led	F2
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We neared the new fence we were wide of the track	B2
I look'd right and left she had never been tried	G2
At a stiff leap 'twas little he cared on the black	B2
You're more than a mile from the gateway he cried	G2
I hung to her head touched her flank with the spurs	H2
In the red streak of rail not the ghost of a gap	I2
She shortened her long stroke she pricked her sharp ears	J2
She flung it behind her with hardly a rap	I2
I saw the post quiver where Bolingbroke struck	B2
And guessed that the pace we had come the last mile	K2
Had blown him a bit he could jump like a buck	B2
We galloped more steadily then for a while	K2
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The heath was soon pass'd in the dim distance lay	O
The mountain The sun was just clearing the tips	L2
Of the ranges to eastward The mare could she stay	O
She was bred very nearly as clean as Eclipse	L2
She led and as oft as he came to her side	G2
She took the bit free and untiring as yet	M2
Her neck was arched double her nostrils were wide	G2
And the tips of her tapering ears nearly met	M2
You're lighter than I am said Alec at last	N2
The horse is dead beat and the mare isn't blown	O2
She must be a good one ride on and ride fast	N2
You know your way now So I rode on alone	O2
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Still galloping forward we pass'd the two flocks	P2
At M'Intyre's hut and M'Allister's hill	Q2
She was galloping strong at the Warrigal Rocks	P2
On the Wallaby Range she was galloping still	Q2
And over the wasteland and under the wood	R2
By down and by dale and by fell and by flat	S2
She gallop'd and here in the stirrups I stood	R2
To ease her and there in the saddle I sat	S2
To steer her We suddenly struck the red loam	T2
Of the track near the troughs then she reeled on the rise	U2
From her crest to her croup covered over with foam	T2
And blood red her nostrils and bloodshot her eyes	U2
A dip in the dell where the wattle fire bloomed	V2
A bend round a bank that had shut out the view	N
Large framed in the mild light the mountain had loomed	V2
With a tall purple peak bursting out from the blue	N
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I pull'd her together I press'd her and she	W2
Shot down the decline to the Company's yard	X2
And on by the paddocks yet under my knee	W2
I could feel her heart thumping the saddle flaps hard	X2
Yet a mile and another and now we were near	Y2
The goal and the fields and the farms flitted past	N2
And 'twixt the two fences I turned with a cheer	Y2
For a green grass fed mare 'twas a far thing and fast	N2
And labourers roused by her galloping hoofs	Z2
Saw bare headed rider and foam sheeted steed	A3
And shone the white walls and the slate coloured roofs	B3
Of the township I steadied her then I had need	A3
Where stood the old chapel where stands the new church	C3
Since chapels to churches have changed in that town	D3
A short sidelong stagger a long forward lurch	C3
A slight choking sob and the mare had gone down	D3
I slipp'd off the bridle I slacken'd the girth	E3
I ran on and left her and told them my news	F3
I saw her soon afterwards What was she worth	E3
How much for her hide She had never worn shoes	F3

Adam Lindsay Gordon

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