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Hold hard Ned Lift me down once more and lay me in the shade	A
Old man you've had your work cut out to guide	B
Both horses and to hold me in the saddle when I sway'd	A
All through the hot slow sleepy silent ride	B
The dawn at Moorabinda was a mist rack dull and dense	C
The sunrise was a sullen sluggish lamp	D
I was dozing in the gateway at Arbuthnot's bound'ry fence	C
I was dreaming on the Limestone cattle camp	D
We crossed the creek at Carricksford and sharply through the haze	E
And suddenly the sun shot flaming forth	F
To southward lay Katawa with the sandpeaks all ablaze	E
And the flush'd fields of Glen Lomond lay to north	F
Now westward winds the bridle path that leads to Lindisfarm	G
And yonder looms the double headed Bluff	H
From the far side of the first hill when the skies are clear and calm	G
You can see Sylvester's woolshed fair enough	H
Five miles we used to call it from our homestead to the place	I
Where the big tree spans the roadway like an arch	J
'Twas here we ran the dingo down that gave us such a chase	I
Eight years ago or was it nine last March	J
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'Twas merry in the glowing morn among the gleaming grass	K
To wander as we've wandered many a mile	L
And blow the cool tobacco cloud and watch the white wreaths pass	K
Sitting loosely in the saddle all the while	L
'Twas merry 'mid the blackwoods when we spied the station roofs	M
To wheel the wild scrub cattle at the yard	N
With a running fire of stockwhips and a fiery run of hoofs	O
Oh the hardest day was never then too hard	N
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Aye we had a glorious gallop after Starlight and his gang	P
When they bolted from Sylvester's on the flat	Q
How the sun dried reed beds crackled how the flint strewn ranges rang	P
To the strokes of Mountaineer and Acrobat	Q
Hard behind them in the timber harder still across the heath	R
Close beside them through the tea tree scrub we dash'd	S
And the golden tinted fern leaves how they rustled underneath	R
And the honeysuckle osiers how they crash'd	S
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We led the hunt throughout Ned on the chestnut and the grey	T
And the troopers were three hundred yards behind	U
While we emptied our six shooters on the bushrangers at bay	T
In the creek with stunted box tree for a blind	U
There you grappled with the leader man to man and horse to horse	V
And you roll'd together when the chestnut rear'd	W
He blazed away and missed you in that shallow watercourse	V
A narrow shave his powder singed your beard	W
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In these hours when life is ebbing how those days when life was young	X
Come back to us how clearly I recall	Y
Even the yarns Jack Hall invented and the songs Jem Roper sung	X
And where are now Jem Roper and Jack Hall	Y
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Aye nearly all our comrades of the old colonial school	Z
Our ancient boon companions Ned are gone	A2
Hard livers for the most part somewhat reckless as a rule	Z
It seems that you and I are left alone	B2
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There was Hughes who got in trouble through that business with the cards	V
It matters little what became of him	G
But a steer ripp'd up MacPherson in the Cooraminta yards	V
And Sullivan was drown'd at Sink or swim	G
And Mostyn poor Frank Mostyn died at last a fearful wreck	C2
In the horrors at the Upper Wandinong	C2
And Carisbrooke the rider at the Horsefall broke his neck	C2
Faith the wonder was he saved his neck so long	C2
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Ah those days and nights we squandered at the Logans' in the glen	D2
The Logans man and wife have long been dead	E2
Elsie's tallest girl seems taller than your little Elsie then	D2
And Ethel is a woman grown and wed	E2
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I've had my share of pastime and I've done my share of toil	F2
And life is short the longest life a span	G2
I care not now to tarry for the corn or for the oil	F2
Or for the wine that maketh glad the heart of man	G2
For good undone and gifts misspent and resolutions vain	H2
'Tis somewhat late to trouble This I know	I2
I should live the same life over if I had to live again	D2
And the chances are I go where most men go	I2
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The deep blue skies wax dusky and the tall green trees grow dim	G
The sward beneath me seems to heave and fall	Y
And sickly smoky shadows through the sleepy sunlight swim	G
And on the very sun's face weave their pall	J2
Let me slumber in the hollow where the wattle blossoms wave	K2
With never stone or rail to fence my bed	E2
Should the sturdy station children pull the bush flowers on my grave	K2
I may chance to hear them romping overhead	E2

Adam Lindsay Gordon

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