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The hills like giants at a hunting lay	A
Chin upon hand to see the game at bay Browning	B
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You'll take my tale with a little salt	C
But it needs none nevertheless	D
I was foil'd completely fairly at fault	C
Dishearten'd too I confess	D
At the splitters' tent I had seen the track	E
Of horse hoofs fresh on the sward	F
And though Darby Lynch and Donovan Jack	E
Who could swear through a ten inch board	F
Solemnly swore he had not been there	G
I was just as sure that they lied	H
For to Darby all that is foul was fair	G
And Jack for his life was tried	H
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We had run him for seven miles and more	I
As hard as our nags could split	J
At the start they were all too weary and sore	I
And his was quite fresh and fit	J
Young Marsden's pony had had enough	K
On the plain where the chase was hot	L
We breasted the swell of the Bittern's Bluff	K
And Mark couldn't raise a trot	L
When the sea like a splendid silver shield	M
To the south west suddenly lay	A
On the brow of the Beetle the chestnut reel'd	M
And I bid good bye to M'Crea	N
And I was alone when the mare fell lame	O
With a pointed flint in her shoe	P
On the Stony Flats I had lost the game	O
And what was a man to do	P
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I turned away with no fixed intent	Q
And headed for Hawthorndell	A
I could neither eat in the splitters' tent	Q
Nor drink at the splitters' well	A
I knew that they gloried in my mishap	R
And I cursed them between my teeth	S
A blood red sunset through Brayton's Gap	R
Flung a lurid fire on the heath	S
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Could I reach the Dell I had little reck	T
And with scarce a choice of my own	U
I threw the reins on Miladi's neck	T
I had freed her foot from the stone	U
That season most of the swamps were dry	V
And after so hard a burst	W
In the sultry noon of so hot a sky	V
She was keen to appease her thirst	W
Or by instinct urged or impelled by fate	X
I care not to solve these things	Y
Certain it is that she took me straight	X
To the Warrigal water springs	Y
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I can shut my eyes and recall the ground	Z
As though it were yesterday	A
With a shelf of the low grey rocks girt round	Z
The springs in their basin lay	A
Woods to the east and wolds to the north	A2
In the sundown sullenly bloom'd	B2
Dead black on a curtain of crimson cloth	C2
Large peaks to the westward loomed	B2
I led Miladi through weed and sedge	D2
She leisurely drank her fill	A
There was something close to the water's edge	D2
And my heart with one leap stood still	A
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For a horse's shoe and a rider's boot	E2
Had left clean prints on the clay	A
Someone had watered his beast on foot	F2
'Twas he he had gone Which way	A
Then the mouth of the cavern faced me fair	G
As I turned and fronted the rocks	G2
So at last I had pressed the wolf to his lair	G
I had run to his earth the fox	G2
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I thought so Perhaps he was resting Perhaps	H2
He was waiting watching for me	N
I examined all my revolver caps	H2
I hitched my mare to a tree	N
I had sworn to have him alive or dead	I2
And to give him a chance was loth	J2
He knew his life had been forfeited	K2
He had even heard of my oath	L2
In my stocking soles to the shelf I crept	M2
I crawl'd safe into the cave	N2
All silent if he was there he slept	M2
Not there All dark as the grave	N2
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Through the crack I could hear the leaden hiss	O2
See the livid face through the flame	O
How strange it seems that a man should miss	O2
When his life depends on his aim	O
There couldn't have been a better light	P2
For him nor a worse for me	N
We were coop'd up caged like beasts for a fight	P2
And dumb as dumb beasts were we	N
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Flash flash bang bang and we blazed away	A
And the grey roof reddened and rang	Q2
Flash flash and I felt his bullet flay	A
The tip of my ear Flash bang	Q2
Bang flash and my pistol arm fell broke	R2
I struck with my left hand then	S2
Struck at a corpse through a cloud of smoke	R2
I had shot him dead in his den	S2

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